A woman once came to one of the old Puritan divines of London and told him that thhe bands which he wore with his pulpit gown were altogether too long, and that they annoyed her greatly. She would like his permission to shorten them. Confident of his acquiescence, she had come armed with a pair of scissors. The minister mildly acquiesced and handed over the offending bands to the woman, who shortened them according to her taste with her scissors and then handed the fragments back to the minister.
When he received them, he thanked her and said: "Now, my good woman, there is something about you that is altogether too long, and which has annoyed me greatly, and since one good turn deserves another, I would like permission to shorten it."
"Certainly," said the woman, "you have permission to do so, and here are the shears."
Whereupon the worthy divine said, "Very well, madam, put out your tongue."
There are pillows wet by sobs; there are noble hearts broken in the silence whence comes no cry of protest; there are gentle, sensitive natures seared and warped; there are old-time friends separated and walking their lonely way with hope dead and memory but a pang; there are cruel misunderstandings that make all life look dark—these are but few of the sorrows that come from the crimes of the tongue.—William George Jordan.
"A sharp tongue is the only edge-tool that grows sharper with constant use."—Washington Irving.
"By examining the tongue of a patient, physicians find out the diseases of the body and philosophers the diseases of the mind."—Justin.
"The most ferocious monster in the world has his den just behind the teeth."—Author Unknown.
"Give not thy tongue too great liberty, lest it take thee prisoner."—Quaries.
"Never throw mud. You may miss your mark, but you must have dirty hands."—Joseph Parker.
"When men speak ill of you, live so that nobody will believe them."—Selected.
I watched them tearing a building down—
A gang of men in a busy town;
With a "ho heave ho" and a lusty yell
They swung a beam and the side war fell;
I asked the foreman, "Are these men skilled?
And the kind you would hire, if you were to build?"
He laughed and said, "Why, no indeed
Just common laborers is all I need;
They can easily wreck in a day or two
That which has taken builders years to do."
So I said to myself, as I went on my way,
What part in the game of life do I play?
Am I shaping my deeds to a well-made plan,
Carefully measuring with a rule and square,
Patiently doing the very best I can,
Or am I a wrecker, who walks the town,
Content with the labor of tearing down?—Selected.
Blessed is the man who, having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of it!—War Cry.
John Wesley was preaching. He was wearing a new bow tie with two streamers hanging down from it. There was a sister in the meeting who didn't hear a word about Jesus, but sat with a long face and saw nothing but those two streamers. When the service was over she went up and said, "Pardon me, Mr. Wesley, will you suffer a little criticism?" "Yes," replied Mr. Wesley. "Well," she said, "Mr. Wesley, your bow tie is too long and it is an offense to me." He said, "Have you a pair of shears ?" After receiving the shears he handed them to her saying that she would know how they would look best. She reached over and clipped off the streamers. Then he said, "Is that all right now?" "Yes, that is much better." He said, "Do you mind letting me have those shears? Would you mind a little criticism? Your tongue is a great offense to me—it is a little too long. Please stick it out while I take some off." Of course she resented the suggestion.
James said that if we could control the tongue we would be able to control the whole body.
Let us all seek God every morning to have Christ to possess us that our tongues will be under His control, speaking only words of kindness and wisdom. There will always be plenty of people to do the scolding, faultfinding, backbiting. A still tongue shows a wise head. If we must talk, let our words be measured words of wisdom, peace, and love.—The Pentecostal Testimony.
Only a word of anger,
But it wounded one sensitive heart;
Only a word of sharp reproach,
But it made the teardrops start;
Only a hasty, thoughtless word,
Sarcastic and unkind.
But it darkened the day before so bright,
And left a sting behind.
Only a word of kindness,
But it lightened one heart of its grief ;
Only a word of sympathy,
But it brought one soul relief;
Only a word of gentle cheer.
But it flooded with radiant light
The pathway that seemed so dark before,
And it made the day more bright.—Our Pentecostal Boys and Girls.