“Words—so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become in the hands of one who knows how to combine them.”
The written word is one of my favorite forms of art and expression. You could probably guess that I would have that bias as a writer. Words are powerful in any form, but there is something about writing them that adds value.
They become truer than true. Undeniable. Permanently powerful. Once they’re in writing, they cannot be moved. When I journal my thoughts are forever able to be revisited. They become a reality and not just a possibility. You can always deny a thought, but never something in writing.
When we write letters, we give a piece of our hearts and minds to another person. The words written to a loved one can be held on to forever, even when we are gone. I have a box of letters collected over years that I revisit often. It’s a way to remember what’s good, what’s true, and what/who I value deeply.
There is something about the words we write that have the power to recall purposes, promises, and truths that would otherwise easily be forgotten.
And God made this power in written words, so He left what He knew would help us fight the schemes of Satan in our thoughts, because after all thoughts are just thoughts — flying arrows in the battlefields of our minds — but the Word is a shield. A sword. A fortress.
The enemy knows how to combine words for evil, but we have an entire Bible full of truths to fight back with. The written, unchanging, unfailing words of God. A love letter from a Father.
I’m reminded of the temptation of Jesus in the desert (Matthew 4:1-11). As Satan tries to twist the words of God to tempt Jesus, his response each time begins with, “It is written…”
These are fighting words, y’all.
I’m not really into guns, but I like to think of scripture memory as my spiritual conceal and carry license. We keep ourselves armed and ready for attack when the written word of God is written on our hearts. We can respond like Jesus did to attack of the enemy and say immediately, “No, you’re wrong. It is written _____.”
And the best part is at the end of this passage, when it says Satan leaves. And in his place: angels. Yes, please! Give me the angels!
This season of transition in my life has been one of serious attack of the enemy. It’s reminded me how to fight. It’s reminded me that the fight is worth it.
So I’m writing down the promises and purposes of God for my life more often, because I know that’s how I’ll hold on to them when time tatters my thoughts. But more importantly, I’m writing His promises for His people on my heart, because I will not be pushed around by the lame attempts of Satan to run me off the road I’m on.
He can’t win. Jesus already did.
How do I know that?
It is written.