There was a time I needed the last word.  Had to have it.  Arguments and debates made up part of my life and I loved to go back and forth for the purpose of being right.  Now, no one who likes to debate would tell you that.  You almost need to be on the other side of it to say it out loud, but the need for the last word, even now, sometimes attempts to control my spirit, causing me to get in that one final statement that I know will be heard, and will make my point proved.

This is why I like blogging.  I can have the first word, and allow everyone else to chime in on their thoughts, very rarely imposing on their take on what I’ve written (with the exception of their biased comments on football – Crap, this was an example of the last word).  This makes for great partial community among those who choose to share their voice.

But beware of the need for the last word, spoken or written.  It is a sign of immaturity.  The last word speaks volumes about your self control and your ability to discern whether the point of your conversation is to be right or to get right.

There is a huge difference.