“Words, words, words,” is piece of the lyrics sung in My Fair Lady. Proverbs 16:24 shared with me this morning, “Pleasant words are honeycomb sweet to the soul and healing to the bones.” In college I took a sociology class that presented the idea that language, words, while they differ from culture to culture, present universal concepts held deep in people’s souls. During this time of sheltering and social distancing, our youngest daughter is with us, adopted late in our lives, of a different cultural background with two generations between us. Words have flown and often misunderstandings have arisen. But we seem to be able to heal misunderstandings with “pleasant words” that soothe the wounds like honey because under all the struggles is a relationship of love. As I listen to the words flying around in the press about politics or the virus, I realize how often I ponder the motives behind the words and throw my hands in the air and singing with Julie Andrews, “Words! Words! Words! I’m so sick of words! First from him, now from you! Is that all you blighters can do? Don’t talk of stars burning above; if you’re in love, show me!” Jesus is the Word of God. He not only talked of love but he showed me his love that walked through death. We do not have to doubt his motives. What a comfort today when we are so overwhelmed with words.