“The tongue is a fire…from hell…a restless evil, full of deadly poison.”
James creates no illusions about the natural tendencies of human speech. He calls it “a world of iniquity” in the midst of our bodies. In his opinion, it is the spark that sets forests a blazing. It is easy for us to marginalize his comments as being exaggerated, a hyperbole for sake of effect. But then I start thinking about the power of words, someone else’s or my own, on my view of myself or others. I wonder the amount of people I have written off before even meeting them due to a friend’s words, or the heartache of most girls in elementary through high school because of their classmates harsh, petty judgments.
Even within the Christian circle: I wonder how many times, on any given Sunday, a pastor is criticized, behind closed doors, for his style or personality traits, and his entire message is instantly discarded as worthless. Believers hide their judgments in small, funny quips, behind false niceties or in the package of godly wisdom. What is worse, the damage that is caused flows from words that seem to come so naturally. It is almost like we don’t have control over the small but devastating comments that fall out. The more I think about the ease with which we verbally condemn each other, the more I see the truth behind James’ metaphors and analogies. Must to take his heed and “bridle” the beast.
Controlling the fires that rage around us, through our families and amidst our witness to the world begins by smothering the spark that lies on the tip of our tongues.
“The way of ruthless trust [in God] is not an abstraction but a concrete, visible, and formidable reality. It gives definition to our lives, reveals what is life-giving within us, shapes the decisions we make and the words we speak, prods our consciousness, nurtures our spirit, impacts our interaction with others, sustains our will-to-meaning in life, and gives flesh and bone to our way of being in the world.”
- Brennan Manning Ruthless Trust
my rock admist the winds of change
I am struck by the amount of control emotions have in my view of my life. From complete contentment one week to a raging storm within the next. Out of each fickle state, my life looks completely different. Through one set of lenses, I am right where I need to be. Through the other, I can't think of a better option than to seek out the next adventure. Nothing external changes, but everything seems different.
This morning, as the battle raged on, I was reminded on the unchanging nature of God, who Paul refers to as "King of ages, immortal" in 1 Timothy and David repeatedly praised for his "steadfast love" in the Psalms. It is this type of being that I call Father, to whom I am enslaved (Rom 6.22), freed from the powers of this world (Col 2.15). He is the one who has given me the Spirit of Life (Rom 8.2) and a newness of life to walk in (Rom 6.4). And what is more, as Paul so eloquently stated, absolutely nothing in this world, seen or unseen, can "separate us from the love of God" (Rom 8.38-39)
This morning, as the battle raged on, I was reminded on the unchanging nature of God, who Paul refers to as "King of ages, immortal" in 1 Timothy and David repeatedly praised for his "steadfast love" in the Psalms. It is this type of being that I call Father, to whom I am enslaved (Rom 6.22), freed from the powers of this world (Col 2.15). He is the one who has given me the Spirit of Life (Rom 8.2) and a newness of life to walk in (Rom 6.4). And what is more, as Paul so eloquently stated, absolutely nothing in this world, seen or unseen, can "separate us from the love of God" (Rom 8.38-39)
Therefore, regardless of what temporary wind I am being blow by, my need to praise him does not end because his worthiness to be praised never ends. I was not created to be served but rather to serve, and the one at whose feet I bow has declared himself as a God "who consoles the downcast" (2 Cor 7.6) and "turns mourning into dancing" (Ps 30.11). In those two sentences lie the entire meaning of my life. In the words of David, I declare "the Lord is my chosen portion and my cup. It is he who sustains me."
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