“The Sovereign Lord has given me a well-instructed tongue,
to know the word that sustains the weary.” Isaiah 50:4
This word has been rocking my world this week. Impressing on
my heart that as person who follows Jesus, especially one who gets to do
ministry professionally, this is my calling and prayer: to have a
well-instructed tongue that speaks words to sustain the weary.
What a beautiful thought. And I think quickly, then, how
often my tongue is a poor student, inattentive and careless. Heckling and
heaping onto the weary more than sustaining them. How quickly we take the role
of world critic and our words follow suit.
Encouragement has been heavy on my heart recently. Scripture
has a lot to say about encouragement and names it as a significant purpose for our words. One
of the main themes of Paul's letter to the Ephesians is urging the Body to encourage one another. To
give others the strength to carry on for another day in a world that wears and
beats down. To rebuild one another with love and truth that we wouldn’t wither
under the hailstorm of lies, hits, and disappointments the world rains on us. I can think of a few people in my life whose conversations feel like a storm shelter. I leave lighter and more rested than before; a little more whole and bold to face the stuff of life. What a gift.
I think this is what Paul is writing about in Ephesians 4:29, “Don’t use foul or abusive language. Let everything you say be good and
helpful, so that your words will be an encouragement to those who hear them.”
Or Proverbs 16:24, "Gracious words are a honeycomb, sweet to the soul and healing to the bones."
These verses can be equal parts of convicting and empowering for me. Is my tongue being
well-instructed and tamed? Is what I’m saying helpful, necessary, healing? Am I
adding to someone’s insecurity or assuring them they are enough and loved despite their weaknesses?
Ultimately, am I
person that’s created a place safe enough for people to share their
insecurities because they trust I’ll join them in the battle of protecting what’s
vulnerable?
Or do I tell people through what I say and how I say it that
I will be eager to put on my critic hat at the first sign of messiness, mistakes,
weird quirks, or totally uncool dance moves?
I truly believe one of the most important parts of my job of
working with college students is helping them believe they’re awesome. Speaking
it as often as possible to a weary, uncertain, awkward, shaky, powerful, and
inspiring group of people. Fearfully and wonderfully made. Knit together well
and on purpose. Not made to be afraid or insecure, but open, brave, and secure; dorky
hobbies, weird dance moves, and all. You’re incredible and endearing. You
should know it. I should tell you. We should tell each other.
At the end of the day, when I reflect on what the past hours
have held, I’ve lately asked, “have you
done more building or demo today?” Have you found more flaw than art in
those who bear God’s image around you? Or have you simply left a masterpiece ignored
and unaddressed?
I’m not suggesting you just run up and down the sidewalks
screaming compliments or telling strangers you think they’re awesome, but I
mean, that could probably be pretty powerful, too. I’m merely asking this: do those around you get more beat up or
built up by the hammer that is your words?
- If that’s a convicting question, know you are forgiven and invited into a life to the full by a
Savior who believed you were worth it at your most weary and worn place. I believe there's a reason God gave us a means of grace that is a meal which must physically touch and go through our mouth; a part of us in constant and desperate need of healing and redemption. God spoke you into creation with his words and saved you in the saying of, "it is finished" and "he is risen."
- If you answer as one whose been neutral, neither tearing
down or building, that’s alright. Sometimes silence is a great idea.
“Shut-mouth grace,” as a friend of mine would call it, keeps us from saying
things that are less than helpful. But sometimes we withhold the encouragement
we hold in our hearts and minds for others. As if brilliant colored paints were
meant to stay tucked in a drawer instead of adding life and courage to an
on-going work. And other times, encouragement and truth with love isn’t
comfortable, but still begs to be spoken, lest we let a masterpiece be ruined
by cuts of lies or sin. Don't leave those around you guessing. You affect those who surround you. I pray you choose to engage, care enough to speak, and do so with words that build.
- And finally, if you answer as one who encourages and builds up, (which I
believe all of us to some degree or another) thank you. Your words sustain
weary souls like mine. Your words remind us that the devil
isn’t winning, that we’re not alone, that God and love and hope are alive and
more true than the hardest things we face. This is the power of encouragement.
Cheering each other into the purposes that God has laid out for us. Hammering
away at the chains of insecurity and lies that keep us from being free and
brave to live the beautiful, meaningful stuff that God has planned for us. It drives us to pick up a hammer and aid other captives.
It starts, though, with you and I believing encouragement about us
first. Say it with me:
I am fearfully, wonderfully made, a masterpiece created for purposes God
laid out in advance.
The more we believe this and stand in it in confidence, the
more others go from competition in a
zero-sum game to ones made to be delighted in. Comparison dies and celebration rises when we know we are
created well, redeemed fully, and chosen constantly in Christ. And suddenly, it
becomes this beautiful thing, an incredible privilege, to look into the eyes of another weary traveler,
smile as you see divine reflection in them, and say, “you too.”
