It is a label for a thing, a person, a place…yet it is not that person, place or thing.
It can denote action, yet it is not the action itself.
It brings to mind a concept, an idea…yet it is not that concept or idea.
For if I said the words, “I love you,” unless you had already come to know the emotion of love and felt its exquisite purity, that phrase would mean nothing to you.
It has been said that the pen is mightier than the sword, implying that words on a page are more powerful and long lasting than the effects of a sharp sword.
If there is power, then, in a word, where does that power come from?
Some of the most poetic and deep words that were written thousands of years ago speak of a word…the Word.
“In the beginning was the Word…”
A Word so powerful that all things were made by that Word—also described as the Light of men.
If all things were created by a Word, what then cannot be created, influenced, brought to life, by a word?
This Word was the Light of the earth, which lit the very world by creating the sun and moon and setting the stars in place, with planets that joined the slow-motion dance.
Creation beheld the glory of the dance, yet could not understand it. So the Word took one more step…becoming flesh and dwelling among us, that we might behold its glory and be filled with that Light, which promised to illuminate every man that came into the world.
A word fitly spoken is akin to apples of gold in pitchers of silver. A written word is that and more…enduring beyond the swords, the tanks, the machines of war that are sent forth to wreak destruction on lives and souls, encompassing lands and peoples.
And the Word that was in the beginning—that created the world, that was made flesh and dwelled among us, in whom was Light that brought life to men—that is the one Word which brings meaning to every other word.
For that Word is Love, and the only reason we can understand what love is, how vital it is, and that it is the very pulse of the universe—that brought the planets into motion and sings to the stars at night—is because that Word, “Love,” was great enough, yet lowly enough, to become flesh, that it might then die to be brought to life again in the hearts of everyone that comes into the world.
What is a Word?
And this is why I write.