The Ink of the Word

I came to this social-media platform in a time dominated by bad language which spares neither senior nor junior. This was seven years ago. Some of my friends feared that my anger at the bad language might become the ink of these lines. God saves me. What helps me is my conviction that there are no incorrigible people, but rather people who do not want to be corrected. Writing is meaningless if we do not seek for it to be read by all people, particularly those of them who neither like us nor like anything that comes from us. Anything else, sought by us for correction, is a waste of time, slander, provocation that does nothing other than increase the gap between people. Be at peace, this is the ink of the new Word and of those who minister to it.