I was doing a little reading in the New Testament about Jesus the other day, and a few words jumped out at me. It was the part in Luke 19 where all the church leaders wanted to kill Jesus, but they didn’t,
…because all the people hung on his words…
I loved that.
Maybe because I love words. Reading has always been my favorite hobby, and then there’s my other hobby, this blog, which I fill up with words. And then just this week, and I’m not trying to brag
ok yes I am but three different people commented about how I always whip them in Words With Friends, and it must be because I have this storehouse of random words in my memory bank from all the library books I’ve devoured in my lifetime.
Not to mention the shampoo bottles and cereal boxes I have this COMPULSION to read. Seriously, if there are words in front of me, I HAVE to read them. Got papers on your desk? Yeah, I read those, upside down, while I was sitting in your office. Email pulled up on your computer monitor? Yeah, don’t be fooled; I will try to read that over your shoulder.
I’m not nosy, I think.
OK yes I am. I just have this THING about words.
They’re my love language, I’d say.
Wanna hurt me? Say mean words. I promise you, they’ll still be haunting me years later.
Wanna make me feel betrayed worse than anything? Share words with someone else that should be spoken only to me. Don’t bother finding out MY side, but be quick to talk about me with someone other than me.
And so THE THING about this Bible story is that when the people were hanging on Jesus’ words… to me, that shows the depth of their devotion. They loved Jesus. Clearly. Obviously. Obsessively.
Because how often do you hang on someone’s words? Do you ever? I have to admit I don’t often hang on anyone’s words. Because the most important people in MY world talk while I’m trying to cook dinner, or DRIVE or … play Words With Friends (ahem). And I’m sorry for that. I’m sorry I haven’t shared ALL the words with the ones I love most.
To people like me, lovers of words, that’s the definition of love. Love is hearing what someone says and letting it make a difference to you.
Listening and truly hearing. And then caring about it.
It matters that the people I love hear me.
It matters to me that the people I love read my blog.
It matters to me that the people I love understand what’s important to me for the sole reason that I said it and they heard it.
It matters to me that we have lots and lots of shared words between us.
And I don’t think it’s just me… don’t we ALL want to be heard? For our opinions to matter? For someone to JUST LISTEN?
Because I’ve had conversations with several people lately who aren’t feeling so loved at home, and it’s not because they aren’t given gifts or provided for or because you say “I love you” every now and then. If you wanna KEEP making them feel unloved? Don’t listen. Care more about someone else’s opinion than you do theirs. Spend hours listening to your clients or buddies or anyone but them.
Drop everything to call everybody on the phone and tell them everything, then ignore her when she texts, until a more convenient time, of course (which might be never).
Maybe it’s a lot to ask. Not one of us is the Messiah, after all, and since we’re only mere humans, I’m not sure if we can expect to draw the crowds Jesus did with words…. but if you do care, just maybe listen to me, and let what I say matter.
And, OK, if you want to hang on my every word? I’ll never complain.
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