Why do I love speaking Spanish?
Because I want to be a bridge-builder. A culture-relisher. A gap-breacher. A story-listener and a story-sharer. A meaning-grasper. A soul-seeker.
I may not be able to change the color of my skin, my ethnic background, or my country of origin, but I sure as heck can do my best to reach you, to understand you, to know your story, in your native tongue.
Because I don’t believe that speaking another language is merely educational- it is indeed deeply spiritual. As much as I look forward to the day when we will all speak in one tongue, I am impatient at my core. I want them to know here and now, on this earth, that I hear them. I so desperately want to look them in the eyes and say, “I see you. I hear you. I am with you.”
Because just as Galatians 3:28 says, we are all one. By speaking another language, we bridge the gap and really see each other.
I don’t want to just taste the food, I want to savor the name of it, the ingredients called in their mother tongue. I want to hear the story- the legend of why it’s made this way, how it was passed down from your great-grandmother, why it’s sacred to you.
I don’t believe that music is created for the beat, but for the joy and pain that’s folded into the soulful lyrics. I want to listen and resonate with those words, revel in each hidden heart that’s chosen bravery to proclaim aloud what’s inside.
Because words on a page are much, much more than printed ink. They are a soul of a person, the depths of a human being. To read them and understand them is to know a person’s soul, and count it as beloved.
Speaking Spanish has made me realize that my words carry weight. I’ve begun to speak with more thought, in Spanish and English, knowing that the tongue of my mouth can be an instrument of blessing or destruction. Speaking another language has made me a better listener. As I sit before someone sharing a story with me, I cling to every word, feeling honored that they would entrust it with me.
Words are sacred; they bear an eternal weight.
I want to fight for my words and know that each one that leaves my mouth is precious- it has been labored over. It has been handpicked with sincerity and intentionality. Speaking another tongue requires a bold heart willing to wear your heart on the outside.
Because speaking Spanish is a labor of love, and they deserve to know that they are worthy of it.