Sarcasm is a modern hobby. It is, “Just the way I am.”
I have recently been using Jennifer Kennedy Dean’s devotional book He Restores My Soul. I honestly was not expecting today’s chapter to discuss the potency of words. I really didn’t want to discuss the potency of words. Recently, I have been extremely aware of how my words can hurt my husband.
I really do try to guard my tongue. I hate it that quite often my unsolicited, godly advice comes out as reasonable words couched in self-righteousness. The worst part is that even when I am right, this tone negates anything valuable in my comment. I see slivers of his soul come lose and I wonder if they can ever be retrieved.
Sarcasm has practically become an accent, a dialect, a recognizable, definable way of speaking. The lie is that it’s OK. Right? It’s just the way I am! I’m only kidding!
“There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.”
“A gentle tongue is a tree of life, but perverseness in it breaks the spirit.” Prov. 15:4
“Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits.” Prov. 18: 21
“Like a madman who throws firebrands, arrows and death is the man who deceives his
neighbor and says, ‘I am only joking!'” Prov. 26:18-19
Has sarcasm or wit ever gotten you in trouble? If you’re really honest, was there a legitimate sting in your remarks?