I love words. I think I always have. Words have long been a critical part of my life.

As a result of this love, I also greatly enjoy the tools of the word. I love writing with fountain pens, and have a small collection of pens of all sorts, from vintage fountain pens to specialty pens, to custom made pens. And pencils are fun too. I recently was given a box of special issue Blackwing pencils. Using one of those is like what I imagine writing in Heaven will be like.

I also have a fascination with vintage typewriters. I have a couple of older ones, one from the 40s, and one from the early 60s. These are more display pieces than usable equipment, but I do write the occasional letter or note with one of them.

I journal. I carry a Moleskine journal with me at all times, and I usually have a Field Notes brand notebook or two handy as well. The Field Notes are inspired by the old farmers’ field notebooks of the last fifty years. I have several of those old notebooks as well.

I write. I blog consistently here as well as a few other sites I maintain, such as Deliberate Dads. And I have a couple of books in the works. Whether or not they ever see the light of day, no one knows. But I write.

And I love to read. I devour books. Last year, I read almost a hundred books. I simply enjoy reading, both for my personal growth and for the fun of it. Reading has been a pastime of mine since I was a child. And I am certain it will continue to be one.

Based upon all of this, I find a deep sense of security in the written word. The word carries a great significance in my life, whether I write it or someone else does. The written word borders on the sacred for me. For me, the written word is one of the purest forms of worship to God. Where others listen to music, or gather with others, I find that the written word draws me closer to Christ than almost anything else.

As a result, the written Word of God holds a prime position in my heart. God chose to communicate his will to us primarily through the written Word, often spoken before it was written. As you thumb through the pages of the Bible, God’s communication with mankind is one of the largest underlying themes. God spoke, using a word, and the universe came into being. God confused the words of the people at Babel in order to get them to scatter across the earth. God spoke to Moses, and gave the Law, written upon stone tablets. God spoke through his prophets, drawing his people to himself. And he spoke through men like Paul, Peter, John, and others who wrote much of the New Testament as well.

But beyond all of this, God spoke through his Son. In the gospel of John, Jesus is called The Word. In Jesus, and through Jesus, all things were created and have their being. The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us. The Word became a man.

I often wonder, if I had to sum up the nature of God in a single word of phrase, if “word” or “communicate” would be the most accurate way to do so. Based up on this theme running through the Bible and all of history, it seems as if this idea of the written word, and the Word Incarnate, are of primary significance to God.

And so, I will continue to write. I will continue to journal. I will continue to read. I will continue to communicate. All the while striving to make certain that I do so in the best possible manner, glorifying and worshiping God in the midst of the words.

And in doing so, somewhere in all of those words, I will catch a more clear glimpse of who he is.

Question: Do you love words? Have you ever thought about the connection between words and God? What stands out to you? You can leave a comment by clicking here.