Don’t aim at adding to the number of
teachers, my brothers, I beg you! Remember that we who are teachers will be
judged by a much higher standard. James 3:1
Well, I certainly take this verse
seriously. It pretty much haunts me. And I am very capable of noticing all of
the ways I sort of biff it every day. The missed moments. The
careless word. The shy hesitation and all is lost. And I pretty much obsess
about each of my lessons, polishing them, honing them into little works of
pithy beauty. But I never really nail it. And it is darn tootin’ that the
kiddos are not even a bit aware of all those pretty cha ching clever
details.
James goes on to say: We all make mistakes in all kinds of
ways, but the man who can claim that he never says the wrong thing can consider
himself perfect, for if he can control his tongue he can control every other
part of his personality!
Really my only hope for controlling my
tongue is setting my heart. To set my heart on things of eternal value. Burning
away all of the rest. For the mouth speaks out of that which fills the heart.
So dear LORD, fill my heart.
Come quench this thirsting
LORD I am ready
Here I am
Here I am waiting
Come fill my heart
Come fill my heart
You are the only
You are the only
Who can fill
One who can fill me
Here I am waiting
Come fill my heart.
Selah.
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