Mr., Mrs., Ms., Master Jabber:
Dear M. Jabber-your name means, fast, excited talk that makes little sense. When one makes sense their words are intelligible, justifiable, or practicable. Now, if one makes no sense with their words they are unintelligible, unjustifiable, or unpractical.


How many times have we heard they jabbered nonstop? Or we have thought that about another or they about us? The key to talk is wind words, win words or worm words, I believe.
Even Biblical scriptures taken out of context to prove a senseless point goes nowhere except maybe to the nervous system to grate the nerves. Foolish jokes are told at times to get under someone’s skin, or get someone’s goat.

Do you remember dancing the night away to:
“Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Monkey to the Chimp.
All night long they’d chatter away,
All day long there were happy and gay,
Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way.”

In case you don’t remember let the songwriter interpret for you:
“Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way.
“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Means “Monk, I love but you.”
“Baba, daba, dab,” in monkey talk
Means “Chimp, I love you, too.”

Do we talk and sing monkey talk? Or, are our words seasoned with salt, peppered with grace so that we will know how we should respond to each person. Does our mind, words and heart communicate words fit for any table, gathering or occasion that is hosted by Christ Jesus? Colossians 4:6 “Let the words you speak always be full of grace. Season them with salt. Then you will know how to answer everyone.”

22 thoughts on “Jabbers

  1. I wonder how much of our daily lives are filled with jabber. I can only speak of myself of course. As a teacher of young children one of my main behavior problems is he said/she said hurtful comments to one another or a small group. Seeing this with the young seems no different from adults. I tell my students that the tongue is the smallest member of the body with the most capability of doing harm or doing good and they must think before the words trip out of their mouth. Once out the lips there is no way of getting the words back. We can apologize and ask forgiveness but the words were spoken. One young student said to me, “Mrs. O can I stuff them back in!” I often wish I could stuff them back in also.

    The bible tells us:

    Proverbs 15:2
The tongue of the wise commends knowledge, but the mouth of the fool gushes folly.

    Proverbs 15:4
The tongue that brings healing is a tree of life, but a deceitful tongue crushes the spirit.

    If ONLY if only we would allow the HOLY SPIRIT to guide our tongue and we would listen to HOLY SPIRIT before we speak, then

    Proverbs 10:20
 The tongue of the righteous is choice silver, but the heart of the wicked is of little value.


  2. My husband brought to my attention that I have been on this subject of words quite a bit recently. And, he is right. I watch myself as well as others that I love do so many good deeds and build great things only to see them not last.

    Proverbs 14:1″ A wise woman builds her home,
    but a foolish woman tears it down with her own hands.”

    I have come to believe that we tear our good down all too often with our words. Proverbs 31:26 says, “She opens her mouth with wisdom, and on her tongue is the law of kindness.”

    I love words and I love others that love to share their words. I am not one that wants to live in a mute relationship. I cherish my husband and sons because they talk with me. They share their ideas and opinions. They share their wisdom and knowledge. We eat together and talk, share words. I love it! But, when I am in relationship with ones that share jabber I am sad, very sad. I guess a question I would have to ask at the end of the day is, did our words encourage, correct and heal each other. If not, why did we use them? I think jabber leaves a void in the soul of the hearer.

  3. The word jabber today made me think of the Jabberwocky, a poem of nonsense in Alice in Wonderland. One of the book illustrations makes the Jabberwock (the subject of the poem) look like a gruesome devilish creature. And Jabber is devilish because there is no Spirit Life in it at all…it is just nonsense ( words or language having no meaning or conveying no intelligible ideas;language, conduct, or an idea that is absurd or contrary to good sense; an instance of absurd action;things of no importance or value).
    I think Sara once told me something like valueless words just use up air space or oxygen. And words put out in the atmosphere keep circulating forever. How horrible about nonsense…like meteors floating around that one day crash into something and do damage.
    And it is devastating to think that we can spend time and effort doing a good thing (building a house), get 98% of the way finished, and then blow it all (tear it down) with our jabber, nonsense words.

  4. Also, Sara, you have a deep and proper valuation of words. You choose your words carefully because you understand the weight of each one and don’t want one to be wasted. I think many of us are wasteful with our polluting words. We are not word resource conservationists. Pollution and waste make you sick. No wonder you are sad at waste. God said in the beginning was the Word. The word is a name for Jesus. Words are treasures. Oh, that the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart would be pleasing to you, Oh Lord.
    We discussed after church today that in our Beth Moore Bible study this week she warned us to ‘get rid things in our life causing you to sin BEFORE you take a chance on causing someone to stumble.” I agree with Sara’s statement above that ‘jabber leaves a void in the soul of the hearer.’ And it can also cause someone to stumble.

  5. The poem/song
    ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe.

    “Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
    The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
    Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
    The frumious Bandersnatch!”

    He took his vorpal sword in hand:
    Long time the manxome foe he sought—
    So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
    And stood awhile in thought.

    And as in uffish thought he stood,
    The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
    Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
    And burbled as it came!

    One, two! One, two! and through and through
    The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
    He left it dead, and with its head
    He went galumphing back.

    “And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
    Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
    O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
    He chortled in his joy.

    ‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
    Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
    All mimsy were the borogoves,
    And the mome raths outgrabe.

    This is the song the Jabberwocky Bird sang in Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland Series. There sure is a lot of JABBER in this poem/song. Sounds like some of us, some of the time. Carroll warns, “beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch.”
    And the jaws that “jaw” all day long about nothing and anything, for sure…. beware, lest you create a huge vacuum in one’s brain, namely your own.

  6. According to Alice in Through the Looking-Glass, about Jabberwocky “Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas – only I don’t exactly know what they are!”.

  7. “I guess a question I would have to ask at the end of the day is, did our words encourage, correct and heal each other. If not, why did we use them? I think jabber leaves a void in the soul of the hearer.”
    “Why did we use them?” I believe the “flesh” wants to give an EXCUSE, for the answer to this question: i.e. “We’re tired, We’re overwhelmed with emotion, we’re upset, etc. ” and the list could probably go on, but the true answer would have to be: “We’re not quick to listen and slow to speak. We didn’t seek counsel from the Holy Spirit before speaking, and we react; instead of respond.”
    Lord, please forgive me for speaking, when I need to just listen. Forgive me, for speaking, before seeking the Holy Spirit’s wisdom, on how to respond; instead, of react. I ask You, now to guide my tongue, control my thoughts and emotions, so that the words I speak will not leave anyone’s soul void. In Jesus Name, Amen.

  8. Needles, I had an interesting photo flash through my mind when I read your comment about the flesh answer vs. spirit.” A drunken Soul at their own party!” A good drunk enjoys its high for a time. So does a good flesh flashing of words enjoy its high for a time.

    I am thinking the Spirit at times requires one to ‘bare their soul’ for the sake of another that just flashed their flesh of unpleasant words from their soul.

  9. …so many words, so little time…

    If only I knew what they meant, and if only I could take some of them back. If only I said the right word at the right time.

  10. Christmas Thirty-Nine

    In thirty-nine, I don’t recall
    A single thing I got at all
    As far as gifts bought just for me,
    And placed beneath our Christmas tree.

    I do recall that Pap was there,
    And Mama with her coal black hair.
    And brother Dave, and Mary too,
    And there were lots of things to do.

    Why, first of all, we had to go
    And cut a pine tree, don’t you know.
    You gotta pick and chose just right,
    So it looks good on Christmas night.

    You can’t just pick out any tree,
    It’s got to look just right, you see.
    It mattered not how far we’d roam
    To find our tree and bring it home.

    Then, as we’d drag the tree inside,
    My Mama’s eyes would fill with pride.
    And she would tell us kids that she
    Had never seen so nice a tree.

    Then Pap would take a board and saw,
    And fix it so it wouldn’t fall.
    And Mama smiled and said that we
    Would, after supper, trim the tree.

    It seemed to us a goodly wait,
    But after we had cleaned our plate
    And Mama got the dishes done,
    We knew that we were in for fun.

    ‘Cause now the old box would appear,
    Chuck full of things that Mom held dear.
    Not fancy things that one could buy,
    No matter where or how you’d try.

    ‘Cause all of these were priceless things,
    Like cardboard dolls with angel wings.
    And bright orange bittersweet when strung
    Would contrast with the popcorn hung.

    And there was tinsel someone gave
    That Mom had tucked away to save.
    And now it wound around the tree,
    It really was a sight to see.

    And though I’m looking back so far
    I still see Mama place the star
    With love on that old Christmas tree,
    Trimmed just for Sis and Dave and me.

    Yes, looking back, I don’t recall
    A single gift I got at all
    As far as something bought for me
    And placed beneath that Christmas tree.

    But when I climb that golden stair
    And meet my Mama standing there,
    I want to thank that mother mine
    For Christmas nineteen thirty-nine

    William R. Waterman, Sr.

    (This was Christmas 1939 as I remember it. We may not have had a lot of fancy things, but we had an ample supply of things that really counted.)

  11. Bill this is a lovely and nostalgic narration. It speaks of another era, perhaps a sweeter, more gentle way of life Thanks for sharing your memories with us.

  12. Bill, this is my very favorite poem of yours so far. I just love this rendition of a story told over and over many times. What a special Mother!

    Recently I heard a young wife telling a group of us about how her family is not so much in gift giving at Christmas. She said I didn’t grow up with designer clothes. We pulled our money and bought Grandpa something and maybe another with need. How they were just so happy to gather together at Grandpa’s house to be with family. Then she said now it is not that way with my husband, he talks of growing up with designer shirts, etc.

    What a contrast in families. I thought then how fortunate that young woman is to have such a commendable family. Your poem brings truth home, it is not about things but about love and showing it. Your poem has words to inspire. Thank You for baring your soul!

  13. Yes, Sara, I believe the Spirit does at times require one to “bare their soul” for the sake of another. I want to bare mine now. Wendy and I were at work, and I became frustrated about a situation, and did not say pleasant words or respond, as I should. I later discussed the scenario with Wendy, but did not actually ask her to forgive me, for my words/actions, I am sorry I didn’t. I believe I can ask her, right here on the daily lily? Wendy, will you please forgive me?

  14. Needles, thank God for your transparency! That pleases the Lord of Forgiveness to see His children communicating in the Biblical manner even and especially in awkward and tenuous situations. May the Lord reign over all our relationships.

  15. Tammy, I understand the frustration we all go through from day to day. I forgive you! I will always forgive you no matter what happens. You are one of my closest friends and my sister in Christ and I love you.

    God honors those who bares their souls. He has honored you today.

  16. Tammy and Wendy, words of” I’m sorry” and “you are forgiven” heals one’s soul and helps to make one whole.

    Saying I’m Sorry Affects Health… August 2002 Psychology Today article titled “I’m Sorry” states: “An apology is crucial to our mental and even physical health. Recent research shows that receiving an apology has a noticeable, positive physical effect on the body. An apology actually affects the bodily functions of the person receiving it — blood pressure decreases, heart rate slows and breathing becomes steadier.”

    People respect someone who can apologize… You’ve probably heard the saying, “it takes a big man to admit he was wrong.” People respect someone who can say “I’m sorry”. A person who never apologizes is often viewed as stubborn, hard-headed, insincere, and non-caring.

    When we apologize to one another in sincerity it makes believing Jesus just a little easier when we know He is saying, ‘your sins are forgiven, go and sin no more.”

  17. “Humble yourself under the mighty hand of God and He will exalt you in due time.” To admit a wrong and ask for forgiveness from the heart is a true sign of humbleness. If pride comes before a fall, then humility must come before promotion in Kingdom living!

  18. Some of us who have been studying the Beth Moore Bible study on the fruit of the Spirit may recall the chapter on patience and the section on mercy related to forgiveness. From reading Needles and chickenfarmer’s dialogue above it looks like they heeded the advice of how to avoid providing Satan with ‘opportunity to take advantage’ and won the war. Moore writes “few things exist in life that Satan can take advantage of more effectively than unforgiveness. It extends an open invitation for him to infiltrate circumstances and spark memories to fan the flame of bitterness.” She goes on to further say “…it is impossible to be filled with the Spirit and filled with unforgiveness. Only Satan wins in the war of unforgiveness.”

  19. Yes, satan wins with our souls and we become his slaves. Beth says that unforgiveness ‘extends an invitation for him to infiltrate circumstances and spark memories to fan the flame of bitterness’.

    When you become bitter you are in for trouble. We sing the song ‘There’s a Sweet Sweet Spirit in this Place’…how can He be in our hearts and souls if bitterness is in the place? Can they co-exist? Heb 12:15 warns us:
    “Make every effort to live in peace with all men and to be holy; without holiness no one will see the Lord. See to it that no one misses the grace of God and that no bitter root grows up to cause trouble and defile many. “

  20. Beth Moore said Sunday in our video in her chaper on Faith very emphatically that we were soldiers. Gwen Shaw in her recent newsletter said (same week!):…”you and I have been born for such a time as this. This is not an army that’s going to be enlisted, but this is going to be an army of volunteers, chosen by the works of God that have already been wrought in their lives. God is calling for a people totally dedicated, totally surrendered, totally abandoned to the Lord…”

    We are in war where clear, effective communication and holy living is critical. No place for the jabbers.

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