The Belief in Words
In seminary, I was taught that writing is a flawed endeavor – that we can write all the words we want but ultimately never find the perfect ones to talk about the divine. I was taught that of course we never reach it; we could never fully describe God. For, God is omni-present paradoxical perfection and we mere earthen slugs slithering in place on a sandy rock cliff in humiliating, fleshen desperation.
But how could I go on, deadening the power of words? Simple sentences have changed my life.
When I write, I am zeroing in. Just two words, two perfect little animals strung together, can triangulate any mind; lazering out from two carefully plotted angles towards the treasure of a new thought. A word can change an entire mind, transform the way we do everything we do, shift the entire world. I believe that we can most certainly talk about that which is perfect, it is in fact our honor and duty to use words with belief in their power.