Aug | 06 | What Grows Now, In The Furrows Of Your Tongue?

Dream Word – CONSIDER

Hosea 10:4...Thus judgment springs up like hemlock in the furrows of the field. NKJV.

What Grows Now, In The Furrow Of your Tongue?

Hosea is the prophet of the broken covenant. His life had been lived in a web of cellophane lies, his heart crippled and scarred by the effects of the cold and creeping paralysing poison of deception, which dripped from the jagged neck of his broken bottle of a marriage covenant, like oozing maggots from putrid sores, upon his open soul and his love for the wife of his youth now all gone way, way wrong. Yes, Hosea's very own marriage to Gomer had been publicly shattered for all the world to see.

The prefix to this poetic and powerful picture of a ploughed furrow mixed, maybe, with both wheat and hemlock is this: Hosea 10:4 They have spoken words, swearing falsely in making a covenant. Thus judgment springs up like hemlock in the furrows of the field. NKJV
Yes, the prefix to our text for tonight was the outworked falseness of their spoken words. In other words, there was no substance in the covenant words of Israel, there was no sanctity in the saying, none, no, none whatsoever! They had rejected the King of Kings, they had broken covenant with Him! If so great a covenant could be broken then, why should they not also break every other lesser earthly covenant they had also entered into. Yes, the fact is that broken words release a fast spreading and corrupting poison, even into the bread of the field, such that a whole nation might be in paralyses, yes, even its very heart, become suffocated in a bondage of lies. Broken covenants, you see, become poisonous to all the relationships in families, communities and nations.

Remember tonight then, that when spoken words lose both substance and sanctity, a cold paralysing death always flowers in the furrows of life, bringing with it a creeping and stupefying, most poisonous death. Let me ask you then, How about your words tonight? Are they mixed with hemlock? Yes in these past days, has your tongue become tainted with the blood of Socrates?

Listen: - But no man can tame the tongue. It is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison. With it we bless our God and Father, and with it we curse men, who have been made in the similitude of God. Out of the same mouth proceed blessing and cursing. My brethren, these things ought not to be so. Does a spring send forth fresh water and bitter from the same opening? (James 3:8-12 NKJV)

Pray:- Lord, horridness crouches at the door of my heart and hemlock flowers upon the fauna of my tongue, and in the furrows of my words, death resides and sometimes reigns. Have mercy on me O God and let that pure, clean refreshing spring water, bubble up from deep within me, that by Your power, my words would be granted substance, solidness and surety, in Jesus name I ask it, amen!