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Showing posts with label words. Show all posts
Showing posts with label words. Show all posts

Sunday, September 15, 2024

Sticks and Stones


 

Sticks and stones may break my bones

But words shall never hurt me

 

 

The antiquated rhyme taught to children around 1830 and repeated ever since was meant to be defense against name-calling and verbal bullying.  It was meant to increase resiliency, avoid physical retaliation, and/or remain calm and indifferent to such abuse.  As well intended as those words were meant to be . . . the truth is that words can hurt and destroy.

 

We all know it.  We’ve all experienced it.

 

During the Second World War the popular idiom of propaganda was. “Loose lips sink ships.”  Though it was meant to warm people about the consequences of sharing confidential information with the enemy, today it can be applied to everyday situations, reminding people to be mindful of what they say and the impact it might have on others.

 

Ask the people of Springfield, Ohio . . . especially those of the Haitian descent. 

 

It all started because of words and loose lips.

 

Remember the children’s game—Telephone?  Everyone lines up or sits in a circle.  One person starts by whispering a statement or phrase that is passed onto the person beside them.  This continues to happen until it reaches the end of the line or goes around the circle.  The last person then shares what was heard.  Rarely what was said makes it to the end intact.  Usually, it is miles away from what was originally shared.

 

As a game it is fun and good for a few laughs.  In life this is a dangerous game that can hurt, can damage and traumatize, lead to violence, ruin lives, and even kill in this day of social media.

 

Ask the people of Springfield, Ohio.

 

Ask Erika Lee . . . “It exploded into something I didn’t mean to happen.”  Bomb threats closing schools, public spaces, government offices, and the local university.  Threats of violence.  All because of words . . . misspoken and untrue words.  Words that hurt.  Words that created threats and instilled fear.  Misguided words.  Words that lead beyond broken bones and dance around death.  Ask Erika.  Ask her about the words she spoke . . . it is Telephone gone wrong.

 

It started with a Facebook post that spread a harmful and baseless claim about the community’s Haitian immigrants eating local pets . . . pets claimed to be disappearing.  A falsehood she had heard from a friend who had heard it from a friend who had heard it from an acquaintance of a friend.  By the time it had run the gamut it exploded and became viral.

 

That explosion was primed by politics and politicians seizing an opportunity to stoke and exploit fear among the masses . . . to probe their misinformed point about immigrants being dangerous and bane on the nation. Those illegals and undesirables.  They eat our pets . . . our dogs and cats!  Thanks to the politicians the Telephone game ran rampant and out of control.  First, the Republican vice-presidential candidate, J.D. Vance, spouted the falsehood.  Then his boss, the presidential candidate—Donald Trump, hooks onto it and uses it to prove a point in the presidential debate on national television and radio with millions watching and listening.

 

Boom!  It went viral.  The rumor and falsehood spread like wildfire spawning conspiracy and hatred.  This anti-immigrant fervor led to school and municipal building closures.  Families pulled their children from school and activities out of fear.  It pushed into hiding the Haitian community because of the fear it had created.  People are fearful for their lives all because someone said a falsehood . . . a lie.

 

The Springfield authorities—including local law enforcement—have stated that this is not true.  It is a falsehood.  A lie.  The community’s pets are safe.  The people of Springfield have said that there is no truth to what was said.  Even J.D. Vance has offhandedly admitted that there is no truth, but still encourages his faithful to keep it up despite knowing it is false.  The game continues to be played.  Even Donald Trump lies about it and continues to perpetuate the lie.  No one, outside of Erika Lee, has shown any compassion or remorse for the words spoken.  And why should they . . . after all, “words will never hurt” anyone.

 

Sadly, we know better.  Words can hurt.  Words can provoke.  Words can lead to threats and acts of violence.  Words can kill . . . figuratively, mentally, spiritually, and physically.  We have seen it before, and we are witnessing it now.  Look no further than Springfield, Ohio.

 

Those who speak such words should be held accountable.  Yet, as a whole, we sit back in silence . . . or we might say, “Knock it off!” If these words were spoken by our children, we would not ignore it.  We would hold our children accountable for the words that they have spoken and also to the consequences of those words.  As we have seen there are consequences to the words that are spoken.  We know the power of words.  We should be mindful of the words that are spoken . . . by us, by those around us, and by those we elect to be our representatives and leaders.

 

As we have seen in the evolving world of politics, words have become a weapon . . . a weapon to instill fear, to hurt, to polarize, to wield power, to control, to belittle.  Words have become nasty and seemingly meant to destroy instead of being used to build up.  In all honesty, most of us do not like it.  We abhor it.  Yet, we sit still.  We are quiet.  We are scared of those who are spouting out the vile words of hate and fear.  We shy away from holding those who wield the words accountable.

 

Look what happened to Springfield, Ohio . . . its community . . . its people.  All because of words.  It is wrong.  We, the people, need to take back the words . . . words are holy . . . words are powerful . . . words can build and lift up and love.  They do not have to tear down.  Just listen to the opposition and the words she speaks . . . there is hope.  But we need to reclaim the words.  Stop using them as a weapon and instead embrace them as tools to build up everyone.

 

“Let the words of my mouth and the meditations of my heart be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord.”  Words are holy.  We are all holy.  Let us never forgot.

Friday, January 12, 2024

Jesus Wept

Curiosity killed the cat . . .

I wonder if it has a hand in killing one’s faith.

 

Lately, on my Facebook feed, I have been noticing that there are posts that produce a verse of scripture that is supposed to represent that person’s faith.  It has been interesting perusing these posts, especially of people I know.  I’m impressed and would agree on the scriptural references generated to represent these friends.  Some I would even say are “right on”.  Impressive even.  That’s when my curiosity reared its head.

 

“Hold my beer,” I said to my spouse.  We say and do that here in Montana when bellying up to a challenge.

 

Going to one such post, I clicked on it, gave my name . . . and waited.  BOOM!  I got a reply . . . “Jesus wept.”  John 11:35.  The shortest verse in the Bible.  That was it.

 

I’m a thoughtful and reasonable person.  I wasn’t sure what to do with that reference about me.  I’m certain that there are those in my life who would agree with that assessment.  They have always questioned my faith.  I’m also certain that are times when Jesus did weep when it came to me and my understanding of faith.  Lord knows that I have.  But . . . really!  “Jesus wept.”

 

Faith is a personal thing.  It is not something decided and judged by others, though that seems to be the popular belief and practice these days.  My faith is between the Creator and myself.  Thankfully the Creator is more benevolent with me than I am with myself.  The Creator will decide.

 

Because of that I don’t put any “stock” into artificial intelligent generated postings on Facebook when it comes to my faith.  In truth, I did not play the “game” . . . I did not seek a generated scriptural reference about my faith.  It was just a humorous “what if” . . . what if I did this and my scriptural verse was “Jesus wept”?  I found it highly humorous and amusing.  It made me laugh out loud.  Who says the Creator doesn’t have a sense of humor?

 

When it comes to faith it really comes down to “actions” versus “words”.  Faith is expressed in actions.  Words are a dime a dozen . . . probably much more with inflation.  What we do is more important than what we say.  Love is not a noun; it is a verb . . . an “action” verb.  That is, as most are apt to say, God.  God is love.

 

Maybe someone needs to create an app that uses artificial intelligence that generates a way to weigh and measure one’s ability to “love”.  Plug your name in and . . . BOOM . . . a measurement of one’s love in action.  Could that be a measurement of one’s faith?

 

I don’t know, but it would be interesting.  I imagine the shortest verse in the Bible would sum up the general score of such an AI app . . . “Jesus wept.”  Beyond the “feel good” stories we hear . . . individual examples of love . . . the reality is that the “big picture” is not so bright and cheery.  If we look at the “big picture” of the world we live in . . . well, we’ve got a long way to go.  It is sad.

 

At the same time—who knows?

 

I’m a proponent of the 99th monkey theory.  The theory is based on the story of scientists removing a monkey off an isolated island.  The scientists teach the monkey to wash its hands before eating.  Then the monkey is returned to the island.  The scientists want to see what happens and if it will make a difference with the other monkeys.

 

Of course, with its newfound skill, the monkey demonstrates its washing of hands before eating to the other monkeys on the island.  The monkeys basically ignore the hand-washing monkey and ridicule it in the way that monkeys ridicule I imagine.  Despite it all, the monkey continues.  Ten . . . fifty . . . and more.  Over and over.  Then one day when it was washing its hands in front of the 99th monkey, they all started washing their hands.  Persistence pays off.

 

That’s the thing . . . no one ever knows when their “actions” are going to make a difference or create change.  All one can do is to keep on trying . . . keep on loving.  Eventually something is going to happen.  So, it is with faith . . . with love.  My faith—my love in action—occurs within me and through me in how I live and relate to others.  That is where it begins for me and for you.  That is the only way that it has ever worked . . . one individual at a time.  If we keep on trying to love, we are eventually going to encounter that 99th monkey.

 

We must keep on trying.  If we don’t . . . well, then, I imagine Jesus just might weep.