A Gentle Word in a Harsh World

“A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.”

— Proverbs 15:1

In a world that too often meets difference with defensiveness and love with judgment, Proverbs 15:1 offers a quietly radical response: gentleness. The verse does not promise that gentleness will fix injustice or erase cruelty, but it reminds us that the spirit in which we respond matters—not just for those we face, but for the well-being of our own hearts.

For LGBTQ+ Christians, this verse takes on added depth. Many of us know what it feels like to be spoken to with wrath: accusations disguised as theology, rejection delivered in the name of “love,” or outright exclusion from communities that profess to follow Christ. When we are hurt or demeaned, the impulse is understandable: to defend ourselves with sharpness, or to retreat in bitterness.

But gentleness is not weakness. It is not silence in the face of injustice. Rather, it is strength under control. It is the choice to center peace in a conflict-ridden conversation. It is a way of saying, “You cannot define my worth, and I will not let your anger pull me into the same spirit.” In this way, Proverbs 15:1 becomes an act of resistance: refusing to mirror the world’s cruelty, and instead, choosing to reflect Christ’s grace.

When Jesus stood before Pontius Pilate (John 18:33–38), falsely accused and misunderstood, He did not return insult for insult. His responses were thoughtful, calm, and rooted in truth. Like the wisdom in Proverbs 15:1, Jesus demonstrated that we do not have to become harsh to be heard, nor cruel to be courageous.

James offers similar guidance for believers navigating tension and conflict. In James 1:19–20, he says: “Let everyone be quick to listen, slow to speak, slow to anger; for human anger does not produce the righteousness of God.” This passage reminds us that our spiritual integrity is shaped not just by what we say, but by how we respond. Slowness to anger is not about complacency—it’s about choosing a response that is Spirit-led rather than ego-driven.

In today’s political climate—where cruelty is often rewarded and marginalized people, especially LGBTQ+ individuals, are targeted for political gain—these verses speak loudly. Many conservative politicians use outrage, dehumanization, and fear to rally their base. The question is not whether we should respond—but how we respond.

These scriptures do not ask us to sit back and do nothing. They call us to resist in a holy way: with clarity, conviction, and compassion.

  • Be Bold, Not Belligerent.
    Use your voice, but use it with dignity. When someone spreads harmful rhetoric, respond with truth and calm defiance. Gentleness doesn’t mean being a doormat—it means refusing to become what you oppose.
  • Channel Anger into Action.
    Righteous anger is not sinful—it’s sacred. James warns against reactive, self-centered anger, but the Bible is full of faithful people who got angry for the right reasons. Let your frustration move you to vote, protest, write, donate, organize. Let it be fuel for justice.
  • Guard Your Peace.
    The world wants to bait you into bitterness. Proverbs reminds us: you don’t have to play that game. Protect your peace by not giving cruelty the last word.

If you’ve been wounded by the Church or by people claiming to speak for God, know this: you are not defined by their wrath. You are held by a God whose first language is love and whose justice is always rooted in mercy.

Today, you may face questions, confrontation, or even condemnation. You may be misjudged or misunderstood. But you have a choice in your response. Let it be seasoned with gentleness—not for their sake alone, but for your own. Let it be a reflection of the Spirit within you. You don’t need to match fire with fire. A gentle word is powerful enough to turn away wrath—and holy enough to protect your peace.


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Moment of Zen: Sleep

This week, I chose sleep as my Moment of Zen—mostly because it’s been so elusive lately. Ever since the worst of my back pain began, restful sleep has been nearly impossible. The pain got so bad I ended up in the ER, and while the doctors provided medication to manage both the pain and my sleep, I’ve still only had two truly restful nights in the past two weeks. I’ve managed short naps during the day, but real sleep—deep, healing, uninterrupted sleep—remains rare. We often take it for granted until it’s out of reach, and only then do we realize just how essential a good night’s sleep really is to our happiness and well-being.


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Friday, More or Less

Normally, I’d be saying, “Thank goodness, it’s Friday!” But honestly, the days have been running together lately. Being stuck at home with limited mobility and not much to do, each day feels pretty much like the last. The only reason I knew yesterday was Thursday? A new episode of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds dropped.

It was one of those quirky episodes, and I tend to enjoy when SNW leans into its weirder side. Star Trek, across all its incarnations, has often done quirky well—though sometimes it goes completely off the rails. Still, I appreciate the risk when it works.

I’ve gotten off on a tangent, but to be honest, I’m not sure I had a point to begin with. That’s kind of the vibe lately. I’m not sure what today holds. I probably need to make a run to the pharmacy, but that can likely wait until tomorrow. I should also follow up with my doctor’s office about the physical therapy referral. Other than that, there’s really nothing urgent.

Maybe I’ll just sleep the day away. I haven’t been sleeping well in general, but last night was an exception. I’ve figured out that I fall asleep most comfortably on the couch. Once I wake up from that first stretch of sleep—usually still groggy—I’ll move to the bed and sleep the rest of the night. If I try to start out in bed, I toss and turn for hours before inevitably giving up and heading to the couch anyway. So last night I skipped the middleman: I started on the couch, drifted off, then transitioned to the bed when I woke up. It worked.

Another thing that helps? Not wearing clothes. I know that sounds like an overshare, but anything with a waistband—no matter how loose—puts pressure right where the pain originates. It’s amazing how much relief comes from just avoiding that added tension. So I’ve embraced comfort and ditched the waistband altogether whenever I can.

If I don’t nap the day away, maybe I’ll read a little or find something to watch on TV—maybe a series to binge or a good movie to pass the time. If anyone has recommendations, I’d love to hear them. I could use something new and distracting.

That’s probably enough rambling for one post. I hope you all have a great weekend. I doubt mine will be entirely pain-free, but here’s hoping it’s at least a little less painful—and a little more restful.


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Thursday Check In

I spoke to my doctor last night as he was preparing the paperwork for my leave request. Unfortunately, things aren’t improving as quickly as I’d hoped. I still can’t sit or stand for more than a few minutes at a time, and walking more than a dozen steps makes the pain nearly unbearable. I told him I was aiming to return to work on Monday, thinking I might finally have the right combination of medications to function again. He told me that was overly optimistic. Realistically, he expects I’ll be out at least two more weeks.

Today has already started off rough. I had a hard time falling asleep last night, and Isabella, ever punctual, wanted to be fed at her usual 5:00 a.m. breakfast time. She was somewhat patient and let me sleep until 5:30.

After feeding her and brewing a cup of coffee, I settled in with an episode of Star Trek: Strange New Worlds. That might sound like a decent way to start the day—except I’ve also got a migraine on top of everything else.

At least I can sleep the day away if I want to. And right now, that’s probably the best plan.

Isabella Pic of the Week:

She’s been curling up on a black blanket lately—so well camouflaged that I nearly jump out of my skin every time the blanket moves. It’s her own personal cloaking device. Somewhere, a Romulan engineer is taking notes. 🖖🐾


Still Kickin’ (Just Not Very High)

The news from the MRI wasn’t what I’d hoped—but it also wasn’t the worst-case scenario I’d braced myself for. The results showed that my liver is far from healthy, though, thankfully, not beyond hope. It seems I drew a losing ticket in the genetic lottery more than anything else; there’s no obvious cause rooted in lifestyle. In fact, the radiologist noted I show hidden signs of liver disease, but no outward ones. No jaundice. No swelling. No visible markers at all.

That’s not nothing. And considering I’d already made a lot of lifestyle changes before this diagnosis ever came into the picture, there’s reason to be cautiously optimistic that things may not progress—at least not quickly, and hopefully, not at all. I’m asymptomatic now. 🤞 And with any luck (and a continued commitment to healthy habits), I’ll stay that way.

As far as lifestyle changes go, the only major shift I really have to make is to completely give up alcohol. That won’t be hard. I’ve never been much of a drinker—an occasional margarita or glass of wine at most. And honestly, over the past ten years, even those moments have been rare.

Now, turning to my back—which has been the more urgent issue, pain-wise—the x-ray results haven’t come back yet, so I don’t have any answers on that front. My doctor and I are currently in the trial-and-error phase of finding a balance between pain management and actually being able to function like a human being. The higher dosage of medication yesterday knocked the pain out… and me along with it. I was barely able to stay awake, let alone do anything useful. We’re adjusting things again today and hoping for a better balance.

If we can get it right, I should be able to return to work. That is, assuming I can walk far enough and stand or sit long enough without the kind of pain that makes you question your entire spinal column’s existence.

In the meantime, my doctor has put in orders for physical therapy and an MRI of my lumbar spine and has referred me to a spinal specialist. I already have an appointment—but it’s not until October 14. I’m on their cancellation list, though, and I’m crossing all fingers and toes that something opens up sooner. No word yet on when PT or the lumbar MRI will happen, but I do hope I get to see my usual physical therapist. She knows my body and we get along very well. It’s nice to know that the staff at my doctor’s clinic—which includes the PT clinic—have remarked to my doctor how pleasant it is every time I come in. They genuinely look forward to seeing me, though I know they wish it was only for routine stuff and not more urgent medical needs.

That’s the state of things for now. If I don’t overdo it, I can function fairly well. But the moment I push too far—bend too much, stand too long, walk too far—it’s excruciating.

I know this blog hasn’t looked quite like itself lately. I miss writing poetry posts and art history features just as much as you might miss reading them. But for now, all I can manage are health updates—and I appreciate you bearing with me while I get through this stretch. I hope we’ll be back to our regularly scheduled programming soon.

Until then, be well—and take care of your backs, livers, and everything in between.


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No Poem Today

There won’t be a poem on the blog today. While I am feeling a bit better this morning, the change in my medication has left me far too drowsy to write a proper post. I’m also still waiting to hear back from my doctors about the latest tests.

Yesterday was an ordeal—just getting around involved far too much walking, and it took a toll on me. Hopefully, I’ll have more energy (and fewer side effects) soon.

Thank you for your patience and kindness.