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It is 614pm and I have decided to write. They say talk is cheap. If we are to believe this then I am glad that talk is cheap because it means that the poor can afford it. On the flip side does that mean that action is expensive? It would follow that the rich can take action while the poor are lacking. But is talk really cheap since they say that money talks and bullshit walks. It is all confusing to me but it hurts when we look down on others who are struggling with finding a way and struggling to take action. Sometimes all we have are words. Not to worry because turning to God is cheap. It is free actually. Some of the best things in life are free. It costs nothing to talk to God.

My friend Chatty says that "Talk is cheap" becomes harmful when it ignores that action often requires resources many people lack. Words and prayer still matter because they are available to everyone. Money may have power in the world, but it has none before God, and turning to Him is free. Some of life’s greatest values—faith, hope, and compassion—cost nothing. I like the way my friend has summarised this. I am glad that we can at least talk to God. God help all those who need a way to find a way. We talk to you God because You have power over all things and You listen.

Maybe we are wrong. Talk is not cheap. Words have power. Words can inspire. Words can be comforting. Words can advise us and guide us. We have the Quran which is God talking to us and that talk is not cheap. I carry the words of God in my heart. Would God say to us that talk is cheap or would God say let me help you take action. Let me show you the way. Let me hold your hands through difficulty and uncertainty. Harsh words are cheap if anything. Saying "talk is cheap" is cheap. By saying "talk is cheap" we may be costing someone their courage to act. Walking in someone's shoes is the real deal. Lending a hand is the real deal. Being there for someone is the real deal. Talk is not cheap. Let us use the value of talking to purchase help for ourselves and others. Closed mouths do not get fed.
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