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Repairing Our Communication

This morning I went to the post office and the farmer’s market. The main road on my way is still under repair, being resurfaced. One lane is shut down and it slows down the flow of traffic. But the end result will be an improvement.

My thoughts turn to communication in our country. We are divided in our opinions and in politics. The division has increased during the pandemic. Have you noticed a division over vaccine policies in your church? Or in your family? 

What has happened to us? It is helpful to slow down and consider what has taken place in the past two years. We need to listen to each other and speak with gentleness. 

A helpful documentary has been produced in Britain, looking at the issues we encountered in the pandemic. I believe it is well done. You can access it here. 

My desire, my prayer is that I can have gracious words. The book of Proverbs has instruction for us.

There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.

Proverbs 12:18

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Carol is a follower of Jesus and a wife, mom & grandma. She worked for many years as a childbirth nurse and prenatal educator. She recently retired from clinical work. She has written articles for nursing journals and devotionals. Her novel, Aliisa's Letter, was published in 2010 and she is currently working on another project.

3 Comments on “Repairing Our Communication

  1. I’m putting the link on my list of things to watch! Yes, we have gotten forgetful in our communication in the past few years. We have forgotten the meaning of civil discourse. May we all take the time to re-learn the art of applying our filters and considering our words.

  2. What on earth is going on?
    Is it somehow in the weather?
    Where has all the goodwill gone,
    and is it gone forever?
    Was it only the pandemic
    that tore our world apart,
    or is there rage endemic
    unto the human heart
    that needed but a catalyst
    to bring ravening flame,
    words to spindle, thoughts to twist,
    as if all is a laptop game
    in which the players never die…
    but mark this truth, the hurt still cry.

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