well, last sunday at church the sermon was on the power of the tounge and being a wise man with your words instead of a fool. the message hit me hard. realizing that though i may not mean to, there are many a time i tell people things considered as gossip, or even just things about me that are unnecessary for them to know. it just sorta "slips out". oh how much hurt we would all save each other if we only learned to hold our tounges....and not just hold our tounges, but learn to listen to what the other person might have to say..resulting in us finding a way to encourage, comfort, guide, and help them. personally, i know i have experianced many times where i am talking to a person completely nonchalantly...or pouring out my heart about how hurt and miserable i am at the moment....not even realizing the pain that is going on inside of them..not seeing the simple hug and "it will be alright" they needed. We also talked about using our voice for those who can not speak up for themselves. such examples of the widows, orphans, and poor are given in the Bible. this is something i think many do not do enough...we all just sorta sit by and see what will happen, rather than stepping in and trying to make the differance that is needed. Proverbs 10:19
In the multitude of words sin is not lacking, but he who restrains his lips is wise. Proverbs 15:1
a soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger. Proverbs 15:28
The heart of the righteous studies how to answer, but the mouth of the wicked pours forth evil. Proverbs 17:28
Even a fool is counted wise when he holds his peace; when he shuts his lips, he is considered perceptive. Proverbs 21:23
Whoever guards his mouth and tongue keeps his soul from troubles. Proverbs 31:8-9
Open your mouth for the speechless, in the cause of all who are appointed to die. Open your mouth, judge righteously, and plead the casuse of the poor and needy. Psalm 30 i will extol you, o lord,
for you have lifted me up,
and have not let my foes rejoice over me.
o lord, you brought my soul up from the grave;
you have kept me alive, that i should not go down to the pit. sing praise to the lord,
you saints of his,
and give thanks at the rememberance of his hold name.
for his anger is but for a moment,
his favor is for life;
weeping may endure for a night,
but joy comes with the morning. now in my prosperity i said,
"i shall never be moved."
lord, by your favor you have made my mountain stand strong;
you hid your face, and i was troubled. i cried out to you, o lord;
and to the lord i made supplication:
"what profit is there in my blood,
when i go down to the pit?
will the dust praise you?
will it declare you truth?
Hear, o lord, and have mercy on me;
lord, be my helper!" you have turned for me my mourning into dancing;
you have put off my sackcloth
and clothed me with gladness,
to the end that my glory may
sing praise to you and not be silent.
o lord my God, i will give thanks to you forever.
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