HH, Sir Godfrey Gregg D.Div
“ For in many things we offend all. If any man offend not in word, the same is a perfect man, and able also to bridle the whole body.” James 3:2
My tongue is a great power.
Its words wound — or else they cure.
They poison — or else they bless.
Once they have gone forth from me, shot like arrows into the air — they will find their lodgment, and they will accomplish their errand.
I cannot recall them.
I cannot cancel and undo them.
For weal or for woe — they have sped away from me.
There is a sense in which my words are my deeds; they achieve as much — of mercy or of misery, of healing or of harming — as my actions do.
Far too often my tongue has been an agent of mischief and hurt. It has spoken untenderly or untruly, harshly or hastily.
It has suggested unworthy motives for the deeds of others. It has magnified their failures and errors. It has been a firebrand. It has distributed bitter and corroding acids — instead of the honeycomb. Sometimes it has been the propagandist of actual sin!
My Lord, regenerate and keep this tongue of mine. Refine it, sweeten it, and sanctify it! May it love . . .
the voice of prayer,
the voice of confession,
the voice of encouragement,
the voice of consolation and comfort,
the voice of worship and thanksgiving!
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