Everytime you open your mouth, you can choose: You can cure or you can curse. It’s up to you.

Let me tell you a true story.

There were two altar boys who lived in two different cities serving in two different churches, but both of them wanted to become priests.

And both of them had the exact same experience.

One altar boy was late for Mass. Because he was in a hurry to do everything he needed to do, he accidentally hit the chalice that contained the wine.

After the Mass, the priest called the boy and shouted, “Get out of here! You’ll never serve as an altar boy!”

At another church, the other altar boy was also late for Mass. And he too hit the chalice that contained the wine, pouring it onto the red carpet. After the Mass, the priest—who happened to be a Bishop—called the altar boy and said, “Hey, everybody makes mistakes. I’m clumsy too. So you know what? Maybe you’ll become a priest too…” and he chuckled.

30 years later, that altar boys became Archbishop Fulton Sheen, one of the most loved religious leaders in America.

The other altar boy? He became Joseph Tito, the ruthless dictator of Yugoslavia, and an atheist.

Words are powerful. They can heal. They can bless. They can encourage. Or they can also curse. They can destroy.

-from milis Bo Sanchez-