What Kind of Well?

Proverbs 10:11 

“The mouth of a righteous man is a well of life: but violence covereth the mouth of the wicked.”

Righteous

The word righteous is probably not one that many of us would wish to use if describing ourselves. But how do we become righteous? The simple answer is that nothing on earth, and nothing we can do in our own strength, will ever make us righteous. That’s the bad news. The good news is that God provided a way to achieve righteousness.

God sent Jesus, His righteous Son, who willingly gave His life for us, the unrighteous. Although God knew that we could never achieve the righteousness He desires in us, His love for humanity was so great that He made a Way. But it came at a price.

How can we repay the debt that each of us owes to God? One answer is contained in this verse. If we accept the gift of God’s grace, then we must be changed. Our lives must increasingly reflect the life of Jesus. Our friends and family should be able to see Jesus in us, and we should be able to see them through His eyes.

Be the Well

When we speak, our mouths become like wells. The words that come from deep within should bring life to others. Therefore, our words should mark us as different.

It should be easy to tell the believer apart from those who have not accepted the gift of grace that God gave in Jesus. But sadly, many times what comes out of their mouths tells a different story. The challenge for those who have received the gift of grace is to be easily distinguishable from those who have not.

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About David

David is the son of Ken and father of Nick, who first introduced him to blogging. Ken is a retired Baptist Minister who continues to preach regularly, despite being in his eighties. Nick is training for full time Baptist ministry after several years serving as a youth pastor. Somehow the being a preacher thing skipped a generation with David. Although half Scottish David grew up in England and in the Channel Island of Guernsey. He served in the British Merchant Navy after leaving school, and did not attend University until he was twenty-eight years old. By this time he was married to Marilyn and father to Nick, and Nick’s brother Michael. Another son (James) was born the day before the start of David’s final University examinations. Beth and John followed a few years later. The older boys are all married, and David and Marilyn have been presented with four grandsons to date. Beth is currently serving with British Youth for Christ as leader of the Nomad cage football team (Google it!) having spent the previous two years as a volunteer member of the Nomad team. John, who is 17, is now the only one of our children still living at home. David and Marilyn met in 1973 and have been married since 1979. Marilyn is a trained nurse, who gave up nursing to be a full time mother, grandmother, and maker of cakes for pastors, youth pastors, and any church function that needs cakes. There is a rumour that she secretly reads David’s blogs. Family and church leave little time for hobbies, but David enjoys walking and cycling, and listening to music. He also dabbles with languages and is currently learning to speak Welsh. (By way of explanation the Welsh border is 11 miles from David's home, and his water bills arrive in both English and Welsh from Dŵr Cymru.) View all posts by David

3 responses to “What Kind of Well?

  • Mark Fretwell

    Thank you for this article, which I appreciated. I kind of know who you are because Guernsey is a small place and so far as I know there was only one Baptist minister called Ken.
    Can I ask you in a friendly sort of way to delete or alter the slightly scathing comment about Welsh. It’s my second language and certainly worth learning – if only to read some of the wonderful hymns.

    Best wishes, Mark

    • Anthony Baker

      Mark, I’m assuming you are speaking to David, correct? Thanks for the friendly comment.

    • David

      Mark, I’m really sorry you found the last paragraph of my bio to be scathing, which it certainly wasn’t meant to be. I have lived in the Welsh Marches for the last 35 years. I went to University in Cardiff (as did one of my sons) and sailed out of Barry regularly in my seafaring days. My water bills arrive in Welsh and English, and there is almost daily exposure to the Welsh language in this area. Apart from Guernsey I have had more holidays in Wales then anywhere. And I have sung hymns in Welsh (or done my best).

      It was probably the many hours spent waiting for my connection north at Newport Station that finally prompted me to start learning Welsh, but as I stated in my bio – no-one understands why! If I rabbit away in Welsh around the house in an attempt to force my brain to think in Welsh I get strange looks. As I do when walking with headphones listening to and interacting with the language course I am using.

      If I could afford to live in Guernsey, which as my childhood home still calls to me, then I would probably try to learn Guernsey French. Having lived where I do for so long I am sorry I didn’t start learning Welsh much sooner. Who knows? If I get to live as long as my father I might even reach a reasonable level of fluency.

      Hopefully you will see that there was no wish to offend, or be in anyway scathing about Welsh.

      Pob hywl. David

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