After James 3:1-12
The tongue is a restless
predator, wandering
the landscape, seeking
its food, the unsuspecting
and the nourishing;
this predator is hungry
for nourishment. It is
an evil, restless; it is
full of poison, a toxic
instrument of destruction,
which can bless and curse
simultaneously. No salt
sea can produce fresh water;
no fig tree bears olives.
No human can control
a tongue, especially
one’s own. It lashes,
it destroys, it demeans,
it insults, it undermines,
it reduces, it erodes,
it exhausts, it makes
its object less than it is
by elevating itself.
Photograph by Lukas Vanatko via Unsplash. Used with permission.
Some Friday Readings
Turn the Other Cheek – Jason Clark at This is Jason.
Sundays for the Young Son of a Theologically Conservative Pastor – Jon Wildeman at Front Porch Republic.
“Ploughman,” poem by Patrick Kavanagh – D.S. Martin at Kingdom Poets.
One Day, God Will Wipe Away His People’s Tears – Randy Alcorn.
Feeding – poem by Seth Lewis.

1 comment:
Amen, Glynn! Lord, please guard my tongue.
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