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The Language of Blessing: Discover Your Own Gifts and Talents . . . Learn How to Pour Them Out to Bless Others

The Language of Blessing: Discover Your Own Gifts and Talents . . . Learn How to Pour Them Out to Bless Others

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by Joseph Cavanaugh III, George Barna (Foreword by)

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Most people have no idea who they were created to be, nor what their own unique gifts and talents are. So how can we recognize and affirm these things in others—especially if we were not encouraged ourselves as we were growing up? How can we change course and learn a language of blessing that will lead to positive change in all of our key personal and


Most people have no idea who they were created to be, nor what their own unique gifts and talents are. So how can we recognize and affirm these things in others—especially if we were not encouraged ourselves as we were growing up? How can we change course and learn a language of blessing that will lead to positive change in all of our key personal and professional relationships? In The Language of Blessing, Joe Cavanaugh gives us practical tools to recognize our own gifts and those of others and to use our newfound “language” to bless the ones we care about, breaking a destructive generational cycle and setting a new course for our loved ones’ futures.

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ISBN: 978-1-4143-6393-6

Chapter One


As a child, I loved visiting my maternal grandmother on her farm in western Iowa. Grandma's yard was bursting with vibrant flowers from early spring to late fall. She knew just how to cultivate a scene blooming with every color of the rainbow for each season. As a young child, I thought every yard should look that way.

However, the view from the house where I grew up was nothing like Grandma's. Our poor yard was a rather forlorn and neglected affair. My father didn't seem to care about it, other than occasionally dragging out a hose and sprinkler when our sparse grass began to turn brown in the summer's heat.

Two huge silver maple trees, one in our front yard and one in the back, provided a bit of shade. The only other plants were white spirea (bridal wreath) bushes, which grew along the front of our house. Every home on both sides of our block seemed to have those same bushes growing in the front yard. The spirea would bloom in May for a couple of weeks, and the arching cascades of pure white flowers with their golden centers did look beautiful. But then all too soon, the display would be over until the next May.

As if our yard were not plain enough, there was an ugly scar in the front of our lawn. The rut had been worn by the neighborhood kids and my siblings as they took a shortcut from the sidewalk to the walk that led up to our house. I am sure I sometimes took the same shortcut when I was in a hurry.

But by the time I was ten, I saw that ugly rut as an insult to our yard and our home, and I decided to take on a landscaping project. I wanted to do something about that rut and at the same time bring color and beauty to our home. My plan was to plant a closely spaced row of beautiful hybrid tea roses along our front walk. No one would think about cutting through the rosebushes, which have sharp, one-inch-long thorns! As this vision of landscaping glory began to take form in my imagination, I could see this row of roses becoming the envy of the neighborhood.

I had learned from Grandma that I'd have to choose a hardy rose that would thrive in our climate. I did my research by reading a book on roses at our local plant nursery. One picture of a particular rose jumped out at me—the Peace rose. As the Peace rosebuds begin to bloom, they are a bright yellow, but when they are fully opened, the color mutes to a pinkish cream with a radiant yellow center. The rose is so beautiful that the Germans named it Gloria Dei, or "glory to God." In America, it was named the Peace rose, since Field Marshal Alan Brooke had refused the honor of having it named after him following the end of World War II. He said he would prefer Peace, a name that would be remembered far longer than his, and the name stuck. Since my dad served in WWII, I thought he would find that information fascinating.

As it turned out, potted Peace roses were too expensive for my limited budget. Fortunately, the helpful people at Earl May Nursery told me I could get a bare root plant that would be much cheaper. When I explained I did not yet have all the money, they were kind enough to hold five plants for me. They also explained that I would need peat moss, compost, mulch, and rose fertilizer. This was going to be much more expensive than I had hoped.

I dedicated the next month to doing any kind of odd job I could find in our neighborhood, like digging dandelions, mowing and raking yards, hauling trash, and clearing out brush. Once I had earned enough money to purchase one of the items, I would ride my bike the two miles to the nursery and then bring the purchase back to the house, where I'd hide it under our front porch.

Finally, the day came when I was able to buy the rosebushes. The next day would be D-day ... digging day. I rushed home from school that afternoon so I would have time to finish the project before my dad got home from work. I dragged everything I would need out from under the front porch. Using my twelve-inch wooden ruler from school, I began to carefully measure out two feet from the front walk and two feet between the rose plants.

I would be planting the bushes a bit closer than recommended, but I wanted the roses to be an effective deterrent to anyone taking a shortcut through the lawn. All this activity began to draw a small crowd of neighborhood kids, much to my exasperation. I explained what I was doing and why I was doing it. Some of the kids asked if they could help. I not so politely declined their offer and told them that the most helpful thing they could do would be to leave me alone so I could finish before my dad got home.

They shrugged their shoulders, put their hands in their pockets, and shuffled away, glancing back at me with a "Why are you being such a jerk?" look. At that moment I really did not care—I just wanted to get the plants in before Dad arrived.

After over an hour of digging in the hard-packed, heavy clay soil, I had dug all five holes. Each one was eighteen inches deep and three times the width of the roots, so that the holes almost touched one another. I then carefully mixed the dirt, compost, and peat moss in the proper proportions and planted the rosebushes, making sure they were all exactly twenty-four inches from the front walk and exactly twenty-four inches from each other. I remember looking at the roses from every angle and deciding they looked perfectly symmetrical. As I stood there admiring my creation, I heard my dad's car pull up and realized I had not yet put the mulch around the roses. I dropped to my knees and began quickly spreading the mulch so the roses would have that finished look.

As Dad walked up to me, he looked at the roses and then at me and asked, "What in the h- are you doing?" The tone and intensity of his question shocked me and left me struggling for breath. My response bordered on incoherent as I stammered out something about, "The rut ... the roses ... stop the kids from walking here." He stood staring at the roses, silent and frowning. Finally, he said, "They look crooked to me."

As he walked away and into the house, I stayed there on my knees, trying to comprehend what had just happened. Why do I feel so foolish and weak? In my passion to do something meaningful for my dad and our home, I had made myself very vulnerable. I was angry at myself for not anticipating his response.

I haphazardly scattered a bit more mulch around the bushes, wanting desperately to still care about the roses, to care about what I was doing. But it was as if my passion to make our home more beautiful had shriveled up in the toxicity of my dad's words. I picked up the leftover packaging and supplies and angrily threw it all in the trash. I never planted another thing in that yard. And my father never said another word about it.

Clearly, my father missed an opportunity to affirm one of his children. So how significant was that moment? As an adult, I realize my love for growing plants never went away. It connects me somehow to God and the wonder of His creation, and I've always drawn energy from it. I have a deep sense of contentment and peace when I'm surrounded by living, growing things—which is why, when I had an office at Gallup, I filled it with plants and relished the view from my windows, overlooking the Missouri River. I believe that if my father had affirmed and blessed me the day I planted those roses, I most likely would have chosen a career in horticulture.

I do not blame my father for the career path I chose; I am the one who tossed out everything having to do with gardening and landscaping. I understand that my father and I were not at all alike. Our differences seemed to completely confound him and, as a result, to irritate and anger him. Nevertheless, the story of the rosebushes shows just what power a word of blessing—or a lack of one—has in directing and shaping a life.

And what do I mean when I talk about the word blessing? For most people, a blessing is something you give before a meal or when someone sneezes. Many people may say things like, "You are such a blessing" or "That was a blessing" when referring to a positive event in their lives. However, such uses don't convey the transforming power inherent in the way I am using the word. When speaking the language of blessing, a person communicates, affirms, and empowers God-given intrinsic attributes—such as personality, gifting, talents, character traits, and intelligences—that he or she sees in another person.

Sadly, I hadn't learned the language of blessing by the time I was a dad myself. I often took on a critical, glass-is-half-empty approach with my own sons. When I asked them to do something in the yard or around the house, I inspected their efforts and pointed out what did not meet my expectations—expectations I now realize I'd either communicated poorly or failed to communicate at all.

When my wife would overhear me scolding one of the boys, she'd sometimes point out that she had not heard me clearly explain those standards to my sons. I would then say something like, "I should not have to point out that kind of detail. Any fool would know that is the way it needs to be done."

My focus was always on what needed improvement. Like most people, I found it very difficult to give to others what I had not received from my own dad.

It does not have to be like that. In the introduction, I explained how New Life, a ministry in which I helped people through relational challenges, taught me the importance of unconditional love and acceptance. It was also the first time I learned how intrinsically the blessing is tied to whether you and I feel affirmed.

My experiences at New Life also enabled me to see the reality of my life as a child and as a young adult. I had always tried to portray myself as the product of an idealistic, Midwestern, middle-class experience. The reality was something very different. My father tried to be a good man, but he struggled with alcoholism and inappropriate anger. At times he felt such rage that he became physically abusive and demanded perfection. He also struggled with a bipolar disorder. I have calculated that, by the time I left home at age twenty, I had received over ten thousand statements of criticism from him and not a single word of affirmation. I believe my father had the distorted belief that if you praise a child, he will quit trying to improve. Criticism, not praise, he thought, would make a person stronger.

In his later years, when my dad was suffering from asbestosis, I would sit by his chair or bedside. By this point, I was involved in New Life Ministries and had found that I no longer needed or sought his approval. Dad seemed to realize this, which made it much easier for him to relax around me. In addition to telling him about my work and family, I occasionally shared with him what I was learning through my journey with New Life. I think I was hoping that he might find some comfort in these truths.

Because of his labored breathing, talking had become difficult for him. He would listen silently, his eyes full of deep sadness. When I finished, he would just look up and nod his head, usually saying nothing. I interpreted his silence and the nod as affirmation. One day, he suggested I invite my siblings to participate in New Life. That was the closest he ever came to telling me I had done something worthwhile.

I now know he wanted to affirm the God-given blessing in me, but he had no experience or language to express it. He had not received such a blessing from his father either. I believe his lifelong inability to affirm his children tormented him until his final moments.

No parent should have to experience what my father went through.


Today I have given you the choice between life and death, between blessings and curses. Now I call on heaven and earth to witness the choice you make. Oh, that you would choose life, so that you and your descendants might live! (Deuteronomy 30:19)

Your words bring forth life or death. That may sound melodramatic or overstated; I assure you it is not. What you say has the power to give life to dreams and callings—or to snuff them out before they have a chance to develop.

As Jesus said, "The thief comes only in order to steal and kill and destroy" (John 10:10, AMP). One of the ways the thief (Satan) steals, kills, and destroys is through deceitful words. No wonder, then, that the tongue has the power of life and death.

Fortunately, God's desire for each one of us is life: "I came that they may have and enjoy life, and have it in abundance (to the full, till it overflows)" (John 10:10, amp). In fact, the Bible has a great deal to say about blessings; it mentions blessing or derivative terms over four hundred times! There are three Greek words in the New Testament related directly to the English word blessing:

Eulogeitos is an adjective meaning "well spoken of; praised."

Eulogew is a verb meaning "to speak well of; to praise; to call down God's gracious power."

Eulogia is a noun meaning "praise; fine speaking."

Although these words are Greek, the original language of the New Testament, the concept of blessing is completely Hebrew in origin, starting in the first book of the Bible. In Genesis we read about God blessing Abram (whom He would soon rename Abraham):

The Lord had said to Abram, "Go from your country, your people and your father's household to the land I will show you.

"I will make you into a great nation, and I will bless you; I will make your name great, and you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you, and whoever curses you I will curse; and all peoples on earth will be blessed through you."

So Abram went, as the Lord had told him; and Lot went with him. Abram was seventy-five years old when he set out from Harran. He took his wife Sarai, his nephew Lot, all the possessions they had accumulated and the people they had acquired in Harran, and they set out for the land of Canaan, and they arrived there. (Genesis 12:1-5, NIV)

I see four key principles about the blessing in this brief passage:

1. All blessings originate from God.

2. We are never too old to receive the blessing.

3. The blessing requires that we take a journey of discovery that will be different from our parents' journeys. We can receive the blessing through our parents, but it will be different from what our parents received.

4. We are blessed so that we can be a blessing to others. Note that God mentions this twice: verse 2 says, "you will be a blessing"; verse 3 goes on to say, "all peoples on earth will be blessed through you." So we see that Abraham would himself be a blessing to others, and through him, the ultimate blessing of Jesus would come to "all peoples on earth."

Every person has already received the blessing from God in the form of his or her unique design, which perfectly corresponds with God's calling for that person's life. Thank goodness this affirmation originates from God, not from our parents!

Yet this gift lies dormant in each of us until it is recognized and affirmed—in other words, until someone speaks the language of blessing into our lives. God's original plan was that His blessing would first be acknowledged by our parents. However, in this fallen world there are no perfectly functional families. If our parents are unable to speak the language of blessing, God does not give up. He finds other people—possibly someone in our extended family, a teacher, a friend, sometimes even a complete stranger—to be a conduit of His blessing to us.

My fifth grade teacher tried to do that for me. She was very tall and thin, her skin so pale it was almost an alabaster white. I suspect she was ill a good part of the time as she walked slowly and labored to breathe, but what I noticed most was her kind expression and gentle smile whenever she looked at me.

One day after class she told me about a writing contest to celebrate Presidents' Day. She encouraged me to enter because she believed I could win. I was incredulous—me, win a writing contest? I didn't think so. Then she asked if I would do it for her. I could not turn her down. I would write the article for her so she would receive recognition as a great teacher.

Imagine my shock when my story won first place. My mom was excited about the award, but neither she nor my father attended the award ceremony. My picture was in the paper, but I did not care. I was sure my win was a fluke. Since it didn't impress my father, it meant nothing to me either. I missed the affirmation God wanted me to have because I was demanding that it come through my father.


Excerpted from The LANGUAGE of BLESSING by JOSEPH CAVANAUGH III Copyright © 2013 by Joseph V. Cavanaugh III. Excerpted by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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What People are Saying About This

Mike and Tessa Dodge: Strengths Network—South Pacific
I was deeply moved by the message of love, hope, and grace expressed in Joe’s book. He reminds us of the power of our words to build or destroy, as well as the amazing opportunities we have to inspire others to be all they were designed to be.
Katie Driver: Trainer and Coach at CMA Resources and House2House Ministries
The Language of Blessing is written for immediate application and life-changing impact. Joe’s book will enlighten and encourage you, and it will give you practical steps and tools to walk in the power of blessing.
Dries Lombaard: Founder and owner
Joe creatively connects the dots, aligns theology with real-life application, and shares stories as only a true communicator can. This book is more than a read; it is a journey to embracing the blessing of being human, unique, and a follower of Christ. Joe challenges without compromise, but in a way that is graceful and truly a blessing. You will be touched and changed by this book.
Andy Roller: Executive pastor
As you’ll discover in The Language of Blessing, Joe is encouraging, insightful, and passionate about helping people find their God-given strengths and unique calling. His ideas are just as relevant to any business or other organization as they have been to our church.
Dr. Sam Rima: Author
With his rich experience in strengths-based leadership as well as personal and spiritual formation, Joe artfully weaves together stories from his own journey and poignant insights from others to teach us the language of blessing—one he has learned, at times painfully, in the school of life.

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The Language of Blessing: Discover Your Own Gifts and Talents . . . Learn How to Pour Them Out to Bless Others 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
J4Life5 More than 1 year ago
I anticipated this book discussing spiritual gifts and how we might use those to bless others, so I think I approached it from the wrong state of mind. I think this book serves as a good reminder that we are all blessed with gifts and talents. However, I've read other books similar to this that covered similar material such as parenting styles (permissive, authoritative, uninvolved, and authoritarian) with similar discussion. I would have been interested in more specific examples of how to bless others and in more examples of people from his program and how their lives changed after discovering their gifts. Perhaps that could be a follow-up book? Despite the overall negative tone of this review, I will state that the book is engaging and Cavanaugh uses a friendly tone throughout the book. If you have not read a book on this subject before or if you want a refresher, this would be a great book for you. It served as a great reminder that we are all created by God with special talents and gifts, but I would have loved more real life examples of people discovering their gifts.
Nicnac63 More than 1 year ago
This book stirred so much in me. It reminded me that each of us have special gifts, we are unique individuals blessed with strengths and talents. It’s so rewarding to not only realize (or re-realize) the blessings God’s given us, but others as well. After reading this, I seem to be more aware of others’ gifts and more accepting of differences that used to drive me crazy.  ;) Pros: I enjoyed the conversational tone and easy reading. The pages flow nicely and the message hits right to the core. The application section is a nice touch and initiates the reader to make changes.  Cons: I would’ve like more biblical references used as examples.
Julie12 More than 1 year ago
Joseph Cavanaugh writes about how the words of others can either build us up or break us down. He gives an illustration early in the book that could have been pulled from my own childhood where he planned something for his families yard that he knew was going to bless his whole family. He worked and saved to make this thing happen and then worked so hard to get it all done. When his father arrived home from work, his words totally took the joy out of what he had done. Not only that, his father made him feel ridiculous for even doing this thing. Wow. How many times had that happened to me? To you? He shares how we start to believe these things - even alter the way we do things - because we start to see ourselves as just average. Nothing special. All the personal stories - the author's as well as other's - really made the book easy to read and so relatable. I saw myself in so many of the stories. I especially liked the questions at the end of each chapter that helps us to dig deeper into our life experiences and our thinking about ourselves. He also shares how to affirm ourselves and other, how to be more self-aware and less anxious. I came away from this book with more hope than I've had in a long time. Hope that I have something I can share with others, hope that I'm not as others have defined me negatively, and an excitement for the future! I devoured this book and plan on reading it over and over again. It's just that good! Yes, I highly recommend it!! *This book was provided to me for my honest review by Tyndale Publishing and their Blog Network
SweetPea_3 More than 1 year ago
Publisher's Description Most people have no idea who they were created to be, nor what their own unique gifts and talents are. So how can we recognize and affirm these things in others—especially if we were not encouraged ourselves as we were growing up? How can we change course and  learn a language of blessing that will lead to positive change in all of our key personal and professional relationships? In The Language  of Blessing, Joe Cavanaugh gives us practical tools to recognize our own gifts and those of others and to use our newfound “language”  to bless the ones we care about, breaking a destructive generational cycle and setting a new course for our loved ones’ futures. My Thoughts Everyone is unique and different and blessed with a different personality and strengths. We were created for a purpose. We have a chance to recognize the gifts our children have been given and speak into their lives, affirming their calling and purpose.  "Blessings are prophetic in that they communicate the heart, mind and will of God for an individual. They connect us with our Creator's dream for us. Words of blessing confirm and empower God-given intrinsic attributes, such as personality, gifting, talents, character traits, and intelligences. While I agreed with and appreciated the whole book, I was especially challenged by the third section where the author talks about  cultivating a nonanxious presence. They are able to more easily study those around them and listen intentionally because they are not full of their own insecurities and agendas. What a great thing it is  to listen and "hear" because you are free of your own insecurities and agendas. A great resource for every parent! I received a copy of this book from Tyndale House Publishers in exchange for an honest review. My opinion is my own. Thank you Tyndale House.