Ice Cold Words




It’s nothing to brag about, but I have bull’s-eye accuracy with my tongue. Skewering people with verbal daggers isn’t the best way to reflect the love of Jesus, so it was no coincidence that I ended up in a Bible study hearing a message about the impact of my words.

At our recent meeting, a video was shared about Dr. Masaru Emoto’s research on frozen words. Yes, frozen words. He studied the changes in molecular structure that certain words create when their sound vibrations are frozen at -20 degrees Celsius. The resulting crystals are a visual display of what those words and sounds do to the water. Nature's frozen artistry from kind and loving words was magnificent. I flinched thinking about what some of my frozen zingers might look like.
 

Since human bodies are 60-70% water, Dr. Emoto cautions about our hurtful words to one another. How many of my words have crystallized in the hearts of those I love?


Before science explained what words could do, King Solomon warned,

"Reckless words pierce like a sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.” Proverbs 12:18

Indeed. Tender, loving words are essential to us—just like the water we need to live.  Yes, my words can have powerful vibrations—and if they were frozen and crystallized I’d want them to be beautiful.


Enjoy Dr. Emoto’s frozen words:



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