Who can tame the beast?
If you are lucky to spot it, you’ll locate it in a den, where it lives. The den is well secured by two gates to provide full security, lest the beast will escape.
The inner gate, white in colour, the outer, mostly pink, sometimes grey or red. Nonetheless, it can assume a motley of colours depending on the caretaker’s preferences.
This beast is not the lion. It is a venomous beast. Its venom is the most virulent on earth. It is not a viper. It is that Lilliputian beast resting comfortably in that den past the lips, behind the teeth-the tongue! Eagerly waiting for an opportune moment to strike.
“Even so the tongue is a little member and boasts great things. See how great a forest a little fire kindles! And the tongue is a fire, a world of iniquity. The tongue is so set among our members that it defiles the whole body, and sets on fire the course of nature, and it is set on fire by hell. For every kind of beast and bird, of reptile and creature of the sea, is tamed by mankind. But no man can tame the tongue. It is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison. With it, we bless our God and Father, and with it, we curse men, who have been made in the similitude of God.”James 3:5-10.
The tongue is like a weapon of mass destruction. The moment it explodes, it causes tremendous havoc. Once it is detonated, it forces the gates wide open and spits out venom, that devastates without mercy; diminutive as it is. It breathes out the fire, that burns carelessly.
Now, what can we do about this dreadful beast if we can’t tame it? The only thing we can opt for is to set a “speed governor” in the mouth.
The mouths in a dire need of it, more than any automobile, for when it is working properly, terms gush out of it with lightning speed. Good and bad words.
“I said I will take heed to my ways that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked is before me.”Psalm 39:1.
Dear friend, maybe you are battling with this beast, trying to tether it but you are completely drained. Whenever you attempt, you’re totally subdued, and you cringe to surrender.
Maybe you don’t like it when the beast behaves like a machine gun, spitting fire of words on fellow people, maybe you like it. Maybe you don’t like it when your tongue behaves like a sewing machine when the needle pierces ruthlessly through linen; maybe you like it. No. It’s not you my dear reader, but I know you don’t like it.
Whether you like it or not, it is awful, so deplorable. And you know that. Whenever we curse people who are made in God’s image and yet occasionally we bless God, we’re not true to ourselves, to people and to God.
If this is the case, we need to ask God we bless with the tongue to be the caretaker of our lips. When we do so, the wild beast will no longer misbehave. The beast will remain harmless. The time bomb won’t explode. With God all things are possible.
“Set a guard, O Lord, over my mouth;Psalm 141:3.
Keep watch over the door of my lips.“
And when God takes over, whenever the gate is opened, I will be speaking words of blessing to God, to myself and to others. This way, I’ll be at peace with myself and others.
“Use the power of your words in the direction of truth and love.”Miguel Ruiz.
You are blessed!