This day we repent for the sin against YHWH, the sin of foolish speech.
We have all done it, spoken words we regret. Whether in coarse jesting or a smear campaign against another, we have all participated in foolish speech. Sometimes we knew instantly that we were wrong to participate in a group verbal "tar and feathering", with or without the knowledge of the victim being perpetrated against; at other times, we unfortunately found out that we had become the target of unharnessed tongues.
How very sad that this is even a subject of conversation, especially for those of us who claim to be followers of the Christ.
I reckon that this tongue disease is more than petty gossip and unbridled speech. It is a metastatic disease that has metastasized deep into the heart of our souls.
It is the absence of love.
Oooo...that hurts, doesn't it? And it should hurt.
We should all be deeply ashamed for using the gift of speech to darken the spiritual as well as physical atmosphere around us.
Masking up does not cure the issue of a corroding heart. It only suffocates us more, giving our next gasp of air even more power to release an exploding mix of damaging decay. Only by understanding that we are in need of a savior, can we be cured from this deadly disease. Only through spending time in the living Word of God can we rehabilitate our dying souls.
We must practice praise, with an earnest heart. Praising our mighty Father does not always come easily. Circumstances often circumvent our honoring of God with our tongues, but we must praise him regardless. As we continue practicing praise on our darkest days, the darkness and heaviness seem to lighten. We begin to experience the hope, with bits of joy, as we lift our own voices to the heavens, and offer a sacrifice of praise to our King!
Let's practice praise until it becomes a natural response to every situation we encounter.
And let's offer our hearts to the One who created them, allowing Him to recreate us into His perfect vessels of worship and praise.
Then we will find healing in our diseased bodies and souls, and the words from our mouths will bring life to ourselves and others, rather than death.
This is the sacrifice that our God desires.
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Tar belongs on the roadways.
Feathers belong on birds and fowl of the air.
A song of praise belongs in the heart of our Father!
Thank you, Michele, for reminding us of this most precious Truth today. You stir us to find joy .. in our mourning.
And in our mornings of praise!
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Armour up, Beloved of the Father
This is WAR!
