If these walls could speak . . .

I still hear the echo of that Amy Grant Song from 1998 -

If these old walls could speak
Of things that they remember well,
Stories and faces dearly held,
A couple in love
Livin' week to week,
Rooms full of laughter,
If these walls could speak.

I wonder what the walls of our offices, houses and sanctuaries might say about us? Or even to us?

How many of us are living week to weak - without plans, goals, getting weaker by the week. Mis-spending our efforts and energies?

I recently read (in Faye Kellerman's "The Burnt House" of all paces) of the Hebrew tradition that walls are harbingers of messages. From the literal writing on the wall in Daniel to the Tzarat, a spiritual leprosy. One contracts Tzarat when one does "lashan harat," or wrongs another by their words. We have all done it and we have all felt the pain from words we have inflicted or words others have inflicted upon us whether the words are about us or another. Tzarat is manifested by sores all over the body. First the walls of the home contract the disease as a visible sign to its inhabitants to change their ways. If these writings on the wall are ignored, the disease progresses until Tzarat is contracted by the inhabitants. I wonder what the Great Wall of China might be saying during these olympics? Are our facebook wall-to-wall comments edifying? I listened to Ken Blanchard yesterday morning and he talked about praising people, helping them to get an A in life, rather than pointing out the places where they have missed the mark. I guess the handwriting really is on the wall for some of us.