So we’ve arrived. The world is wired for sound.. and light.

The internet has successfully connected every nation so that, potentially, you or I could communicate effectively with someone half a planet away and remote from most modern facilities. This is a miracle, indeed! We can (and I have, on several occasions) make good, lasting friendship with people who dwell in sunlight while I am sleeping under the moon!

What is our aim, tho? Are we aiming at an open, effective (relevant to the hearer), compassionate communication which sparks eternal fire between souls? or at objects that writhe in the slime of garbage refuse with our time spent on the internet?

The Sacred Book granted by the Hebrew people (“old” and new testaments together) becomes more and more relevant as we see through our studies in science, economics, sociology, biology (!), archeology, politics (Declaration!).. that YHWH has not only NOT abandoned us to our own vain imaginations, but He has already ignited the fire of love for us to carry to each other graciously and lavishly… through the wires.

Yeshua, light up our wires.

 

Word of mouth is the counselor
There is no need for proof
In a world that’s wired for sound
The tongue becomes the mighty sword
That battles the truth
In a world that’s wired for sound
Coming on like a tidal wave
That washes through the brain-a state of mind
No dispute when the noise is made
And so it lets the blind lead the blind
Lured by charisma to be swayed to believe
Word of mouth is the counselor
There is no need for proof
In a world that’s wired for sound
The tongue becomes the mighty sword
That battles the truth
In a world that’s wired for sound
Easier believing what is hard to get rid of than to try
Never searching-just accepting
Feeds the mind enough to get you by
Scratching the surface yet to dig deeper down
Word of mouth is the counselor
There is no need for proof
In a world that’s wired for sound
The tongue becomes the mighty sword
That battles the truth
In a world that’s wired for sound
Wisdom from the sacred page
Is turned and ignored
In a world that’s wired for sound