Words have power. A wounding word can pierce deeper than physical pain. I still remember moments in junior high when my undesirable physical traits became objects of ridicule. Too many of us carry the harsh, violent, or demeaning words of a parent or coach or friend—spoken long ago. Whoever said “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me” obviously lived in denial.

On the other hand, a beautiful, hopeful word can be a healing balm to the lonely or the hurting. Words—honest words—can touch deep places in the human soul.

I’m drawn to God’s words given through Moses to the people of Israel, instructions about how to live in the land God had given them and how to keep their hearts loyal to Yahweh. At the conclusion of these vast, sweeping directives, Moses added that they were to “take to heart all the words . . .” (vv.45-46). These God-words were not intended to create a cold, formulaic regimen. They were not sterile orders but words from the Creator crafted to dwell in the rich soil of the heart, in the place where love and hope and life are best nurtured.

And God’s words were not empty blather, a verbose rattling on about pedantic religious detail. These words, Moses said, were Israel’s very life. God’s words would be like the air necessary to breathe or the food necessary to nourish our bodies (Psalm 119:103). God’s words would give them meaning and identity. God’s words would tell them who they were. God’s words would guide them toward joy and fullness, providing direction for them to “enjoy a long life in the land” (v.47).

God’s words will do the same for us. When we hear them—if we obey them—they will lead us toward life, always toward life.