It’s life’s little things that trip us up. The forgotten birthday or anniversary. That ‘thank you’ never spoken. Silence when encouragement is called for. A dime-sized foot sore which prevents a beginner’s walk up the trails of Mt. Rainier. Nine people hell-bent to give me the old heave-ho out of a church of 600. Doesn’t take a lot to alter the course of life. I know. It’s those little things.
Jesus’ half-brother James says as much when he refers to a large ship, caught in fierce winds, yet maneuvered by a small rudder in the aft. Or a powerful horse, which is no match for a tiny mouth bit forcing Trigger to go wherever you want.
Little things carry much potential. For good…or bad. That’s where James gets personal. Poking in where he doesn’t belong? None of his beeswax? Possibly I’m being a tad defensive, fearing he’s pointing his finger directly at me! It’s not my heart he worries about here, it’s my big mouth.
What I say can be kind and caring. However, in the next breath, my words cut, zing and maim. All from a few insensitive words blabbered off my glib tongue. Thought I was being funny. Not! I know what I’m talking about. Just me?
James 3: 6–‘The tongue also is a fire, a world of evil among the parts of the body. It corrupts the whole person, sets the whole course of his life on fire, and is itself set on fire by hell.’ Fire…evil…corruption…hell. This is serious stuff.
Guess I’d better watch what I say. Clam up a bit more. Yap less. Prayerfully increase the use of my mouth’s rudder and bit, asking for the Lord’s help. On my own, forget it!
Again, just me?
Lord Jesus, help me to be more careful and sensitive. Amen.