The words I write lie flat in black and white on paper or on a computer screen. Yet, I am amazed to find that these lifeless symbols when strung together, have sound. Their sound is not so dependent upon the way I assemble them but instead upon the predisposition of the reader; the hearer.
The responses I've gotten are varied: you're a peach, a religious ass-hole, profound, haughty, like the apostle Paul. All various sounds from the same words. All hear the voice they are predisposed to hear when they read my words. I have intent for the words I write but only a few hear the sound of my intent. There are few human beings who are predisposed toward me.
This is my prayer for the words that I write. That God would remove the sound of my intent from them and change them that they would meet the need of the reader's predisposition. I pray that my words would fill the need of each reader with Jesus. I pray that those who are locked away under sin and death and know not God, would hear and recognize the voice of their Savior. I ask for the sound of edification to be given to the words I write. I desire to be used by God in encouraging those who mourn, those who are forsaken, those who have grown weak and weary. I pray for the sound of Jesus to be heard by all who read my words.
Behold the Lamb of God! Without spot or blemish sent to die for the sins of the world, bearing the full weight of transgression in His own body. My Son, you are, and will always be, the Risen Lamb of God, whereby you took the leaven of the world, having completely unleavened all men once for all time by your blood, having been the perfect sacrifice for sin, acceptable to God, whereby men have been reconciled to the Father; they themselves becoming once again My sons and daughters free to enter the Garden and My love, which they shall never again be separated; their new life lived in and for Christ Jesus, the Lord and Savior, in whom I am well pleased. ~ God [Letters from God and His Christ - Volume 5 - Unleavened]