I came across an interesting yet true story about the author of one of my favorite novels, Nathaniel Hawthorne.
Nathaniel Hawthorne came home heartbroken. He’d just been fired from his job in the custom house. His wife, rather than responding with anxiety, surprised him with joy. “Now you can write your book!”
He wasn’t so positive. “And what shall we live on while I’m writing it?”
To his amazement she opened a drawer and revealed a wad of money she’d saved out of her housekeeping budget. “I always knew you were a man of genius,” she told him. “I always knew you’d write a masterpiece.”
She believed in her husband. And because she did, he wrote. And because he wrote, every library in America has a copy of The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne.
The Hidden and prevailing lesson I carry away from Hawthorne's biography is that we have the power to change someone’s life simply by the words we speak and write. “Death and life are in the power of the tongue.” We often misinterpret these words, typically employing them for our own selfish promotions and proclivities. But behind these words of Solomon are a simple, yet profound truth and reality...there is power in words. All of my life I have loved and enjoyed paper, words, writings and books. My love for books is something that comes naturally: My father, my paternal grandfather, and my great-grandmother...just to name a few, are and/or were lovers of words and books. I look on with such nostalgia and internal joy as I see my sons cultivating a love for books and reading. I hope and pray this continues. Many of my teachers, professors and peers have encouraged me, through the years, to think about one day writing. My current chaplain supervisor has stressed his desire to see me 'move toward the possibility of publication'. I would almost agree were it not for my own tendency to be overly critical of myself, coupled with my tendency to procrastinate when I'm uncertain of the ambiguous. Many moons ago, one of my seminary professors encouraged me to become a 'blogger'. Little did I know the underlying challenges and discipline that are connected to a blog. I'm definitely sporadic, but love it when I make time to record and chronicle my thoughts. I hope to do better!
My hope and prayer, during this stage of my life, is to have FAITH to know that my WORDS are meaningful and significant; and have the power to change lives.
In borrowing a popular Max Lucado favorite of mine, an example of this form of faith was found on the wall of a concentration camp. On it a prisoner had carved the words:
I believe in the sun, even though it doesn’t shine.
I believe in love, even when it isn’t shown.
I believe in God, even when he doesn’t speak.
2 comments:
God Bless you for this post! It was a joy to read and encouraging to the soul.
I SO enjoyed reading this blog. As I read your words, I wanted to go deeper and deeper into your thoughts and experiences of which some I witnessed first hand. I could very much appreciate your valor to risk being transparent. I could also appreciate all of the elements expressed in this post in regards to who you are as a lover of paper, words, and books. Which is truly by way of your father, paternal grandfather, and his mother, your paternal great-grandmother, Ada Pullam. It comes in handy and somewhat vital while being in "the family business" as a 6th (I'm PROUD to say) generation preacher. I look forward to your published writings as well as anything else you have written and shared. I'm not considered a "lover" of books by you and your Dad's standards, but I LOVE information. In an incident of me looking forward in great anticipation of a new release, would definitely be when you, your brother, and your Dad's writtings are in publication. I can hardly wait for that day. I'm claiming your third autographed copy (that follows after Dee and your Dad's).
Thank you for sharing Max Lucado's favorite example of a form of faith. I loved it, and I Love you!
Momma
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