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On Promises, Cultures, and the Weight of Words

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Edited by Jim McCrory, Tuesday, 15 Apr 2025, 11:17


"A man’s a man. A word’s a word. And a promise, if kept, can be a quiet kind of holiness."



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On Promises, Cultures, and the Weight of Words


"When he promises to do something,
    he always does it. " Psalm 15:4.


When I was an eleven-year-old kid in Govan, there was a television series that hooked me. It was The Flashing Blade, originally titled Le Chevalier Tempête, and dubbed from French to English by the BBC; a swashbuckling epic. I would sing the theme song, Fight by The Musketeers, at the top of my voice. I knew the names of the characters: the Chevalier de Recci and his faithful servant Guillot. I suppose it offered a kind of escape from the gloom of living on the Clydeside in darker days.

One day, my mother promised we had to go somewhere, but assured me we would be back in time for my next episode. I trusted her. But we weren’t. She got caught up in conversation with a relative, and I missed the programme. I was crushed. It was only a boy’s TV show, perhaps, but the disappointment cut deep because a promise had been broken.

There’s a Dutch saying I’ve come to admire: "Een man een man, een woord een woord" — a man’s a man, a word’s a word. It feels ancient, as though it had been lifted straight from the pages of Scripture or chiselled into stone beside the commandments. The idea that your word is binding, that once spoken it carries moral weight, is deeply ingrained in Dutch culture. Promises are not suggestions. Agreements are not optional. Afspraak is afspraak. An agreement is an agreement.

This cultural ethos, the belief that a promise is in some sense written in stone, stands in sharp contrast to the more casual approach I’ve often observed in my own British culture. We are, I suppose, masters of softening certainty. “I’ll see what I can do,” might well mean no. “Let’s meet soon,” might mean never. It isn’t always dishonesty, more often a kind of social cushioning — language used to smooth things over rather than to commit. But even gentle evasions can have a cost. They can breed mistrust and wear down the soul when words are used without any real intention behind them.

The Dutch, shaped by centuries of necessity — reclaiming land from the sea and surviving through collective effort — seem to treat a promise not as a courtesy but as a cornerstone. When you say you’ll do something, it becomes a stone set in the dyke. Remove it, and the whole may weaken or collapse.

This reminds me of the ethical clarity found in Scripture. Jesus said, “Let your ‘Yes’ be yes, and your ‘No,’ no” (Matthew 5:37). Anything beyond that, he warned, comes from the evil one. His words are strong, but perhaps that’s what is needed in a world where speech is often slippery and truth is negotiated. James echoed the same thought: “Do not swear — not by heaven or by earth or by anything else. All you need to say is a simple ‘Yes’ or ‘No’” (James 5:12).

There is something profoundly human in our need to trust words. When we make promises to our children, our partners, our friends, they become the quiet architecture of love, the scaffolding of trust. When those promises are broken, something collapses. Sometimes it is only a little thing, like missing an episode of a childhood programme. Other times, it is much more.

Perhaps that is why the image of writing something in stone still resonates so deeply. Stone is not easily altered. It resists erosion, impulse, and whim. It represents a commitment to truth, to integrity, to something beyond ourselves.

And yet, there is room for error. None of us are perfect. We forget, falter, get overwhelmed. But perhaps the point is not to make no promises, but to speak fewer and mean them more. To take our words seriously, as the Dutch do. As Scripture calls us to do. To be the kind of people who, when we speak, don’t need to be cross-examined or second-guessed.

A man’s a man. A word’s a word. And a promise, if kept, can be a quiet kind of holiness.


Scripture quotations from The Message. Copyright © 1993, 2002, 2018 by Eugene H. Peterson. Used by permission of NavPress. All rights reserved. Represented by Tyndale House Publishers.


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No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.

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Edited by Jim McCrory, Monday, 11 Nov 2024, 20:05


"No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted."
– Aesop

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The dark winters in Govan, exacerbated by tenements that reached the heavens—at least, that’s how it seemed when you were only ten years old—made life thick with gloom. The lamplighters had made their visit, so we hung around the close to keep warm and dry, stretching out the night with friends.

We heard joyful singing somewhere along the dockside of Copeland Road and went to investigate. It was the local church. Lured by the promise of cakes and drinks, we wandered in. We were given a songbook or song sheets and ushered into a pew.

We were soon caught up in the joyful spirit as we sang something like, 

“G double O D, Good, G double O D, Good.

I want to be more like Jesus, G double O D, Good.”

Afterward, we received home-baked cakes, drinks, and an invitation to the meeting the following week. But we were kids and soon forgot the kindness of strangers.

It was just a moment in time, but that song and evening, like the Northern lights that emerge from time to time, dance a joyful dance in my head.


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The One Place Time Stands Still

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Edited by Jim McCrory, Friday, 13 Sept 2024, 07:42

No matter how far we travel, the memories will follow in the baggage car.

                                                                                                 August Strindberg.


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Once upon a time, time began at the moment of the big bang. Don’t try to work that out; that’s what theoretical physicists get paid for.

As soon as the Book of Genesis proclaimed, "In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth " Time not only began, but continued to move forward. As soon as you read one word here, the moment has gone, never to return. It’s easier to find porchetta at a Bar Mitzvah that move back time.

Fortunately, time refuses to stands still in our head. If I ask you the capital of Scotland, you might say Edinburgh. But if I ask you to describe the last meal you had with family or friends, a film rolls in your head. A captured moment in time.

 

My Captured Moment in Time.

 

As a child, I was brought up in Govan, Glasgow. My friends and I would take the ferry over the River Clyde and eventually find ourselves in the Dowanhill area where Avril Paton’s famous painting was set.

https://avrilpaton.co.uk/prints/windows-in-the-west

I would stare into these homes envious of the happiness that seemed to emanate as I observed get-togethers and cosy chairs with people sitting reading with cats on their lap and children playing board games on a table. Strange, many years later, I had the same sensations when I saw observed winter scene in a Stockholm suburb. I can only conclude that it takes us back to our cosy fairy-tail childhood where logs where on the fire and the family sat around reading and talking. It is a rolling film in my head that only dementia can rob me of.

Writing:  © 2024 Jim McCrory

 


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Regrets, I have a Few: Some Words on Shyness

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The Yaghan people of Tierra del Fuego — I love saying this country—have this long untranslatable, Mamihlapinatapai. Now this is what this word is all about. Two strangers meet and gain eye contact. Both are desperate to initiate a conversation, but The Owl of Minerva flies at dusk, so to speak, and they miss that opportunity. Tis a pity.

I spent my first five years of childhood in a sort of solitary confinement. These were the days before nurseries, and I spent most days playing in the back yard. To add to the problem, I attended four primary schools before high school. Naturally, I grew up with a painful shyness. As a result, I missed many opportunities in life.

When I was eighteen, I bought a book on shyness; it changed my life. Often shyness relates to not knowing what to say. I know people who have never read a book. Who spend their evening hours watching TV and wasting time on the cyber-hive playing video games and social networking. Then, when they meet people, they don’t have much to say. And to be honest, they can be extremely boring as they repeat the same old stuff.

Learn to read, there are many book-reading meetings online.

Learn to start conversations,

“I see you are reading a book, what’s it about?”

“That’s a nice camera, do you have a website where you post your images?”

“Is this your full-time job, or do you attend university?”

These are a few questions I ask, and I have had the most interesting conversations with passing strangers. Think of the various scenarios in which you can use conversation starters. Go on, bite the bullet.

 

 


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