Taming the Tongue

2009 September 13
by Will
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My sermon on James 3.
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Today my intentions were to preach a short and sweet sermon.
Unfortunately, though it may be shorter than some of my messages,
I’m afraid it won’t be very sweet.
And if you want to blame anyone for this,
then you’re going to have to blame James,
the writer of our second scripture reading.

You see, at first I thought I might preach on the theme of teaching,
since it is that time of the year and since Isaiah writes about it.
But I decided to hold off on that and maybe preach on this subject on September 27th, which will be our Christian Education Sunday.
Then I thought about preaching on Jesus’ question in the gospel:
Who do you say that I am,
but when I looked back,
I discovered that I preached on this text three years ago when it came around,
and since I know you all remember what I said then,
I decided to pursue another theme.
Maybe the theme of carrying our crosses,
as Jesus admonishes us to do in the gospel as well.
But it was only this past Lent that I spoke on that.
And if you can remember what I preached about three years ago, I thought,
then something I spoke about just six months will really be too familiar.

So that left me, and by extension, you, stuck with the verses from James.
And what verses they are too.
Verses that are anything but sweet.       
The tongue is a small member, James tells us, yet it boasts of great exploits.
How great a forest is set ablaze by a small fire!
And the tongue is a fire.
The tongue is placed among our members as a world of iniquity;
it stains the whole body,
sets on fire the cycle of nature,
and is itself set on fire by hell.
For every species of beast and bird, of reptile and sea creature,
can be tamed and has been tamed by the human species,
but no one can tame the tongue– a restless evil, full of deadly poison.

I don’t know what Sunday School teacher of mine was responsible for this,
but the very first Bible verse I learned as a child was that last one: James 3:8
Though I, of course, learned it in the original King James version:
“But the tongue can no man tame;
it is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison.”
Can you imagine?
The first verse I learned was not John 3:16 or Psalm 23 or even the Lord’s Prayer, but James 3:8.
Maybe the teacher knew something about me that I didn’t know.

But just so this message won’t be all about me,
let me quote Neil, a friend of mine currently attending seminary at Princeton.
He wrote:
The day I was born (according to my mother) one of the doctors listened to my loud cries and quipped, “That kid’s ALL mouth!”
And somehow that characterization has followed me ever since.
He goes on to add:
I have an old cassette tape recording of myself in the 3rd grade,
talking to the tape recorder.
It was a pretty one-sided conversation,
but apparently that didn’t bother me too much,
as I talked non-stop for 60 minutes on one side,
paused to flip the tape, and carried on for another 60 minutes.

And then he states:
Sometimes when my wife asks me about something for which I have a strong opinion (which could be anything from theology to parenting to what color the frying pan *really* is)
I get on a soapbox and notice about half an hour later that her eyes have glazed over and her responses have degenerated into
“uh huh…yeah…uh huh.”
He concludes with: One might say that I’m prone to diarrhea of the mouth.               
Now I hope that phrase doesn’t offend anyone: diarrhea of the mouth,
but it seems an appropriate description of a disease that affects much of humankind.

Anything and everything can come out of our mouths,
both good and bad.
As James says about the tongue:
With it we bless the Lord and Father,
and with it we curse those who are made in the likeness of God.
From the same mouth come blessing and cursing.
My brothers and sisters, this ought not to be so.
Does a spring pour forth from the same opening both fresh and brackish water?
Can a fig tree, my brothers and sisters, yield olives, or a grapevine figs?
No more can salt water yield fresh.
This ought not be so! James states, and I agree with him,
even though I know that I myself have been guilty of the very thing he is talking about.
How about you?

Our scripture lesson from James may seem harsh.
But if you look at it carefully with an open mind,
you will see he is right on target. 
Let me give you a short, three question quiz. 
How many of you can say:
1.    I have never hurt another person with my words
2.    I have never repeated something about another person that I did not know for certain was absolutely true.
3.    I never participate in gossip about other people and their lives.

The truth is that our tongues and our words can hurt or heal —
they can tear down or build up.
Words are powerful.
And the power of words, in some sense, shows the image of God in us. 
It is by the power of the Word that God created the universe. 
When God said, "Let there be…" there was! 
It is the Word become flesh that brought us salvation.
The author of the letter to the Hebrews once wrote:
The Word of God is living and powerful — it is sharper than any two edged sword."  [Heb. 4:12]

As one of my fellow preachers puts it:
“Today’s scripture reading from the letter of James is a critical test of Christian maturity. 
And if you want to ask yourself the question, "How am I doing?" 
Listen to this quick assessment from James 3:2. 
The Living Bible puts it this way,
"If anyone can control his tongue,
it proves that he has perfect control over himself in every other way."
Or perhaps you have heard this definition: 
A mature Christian is one who would not hesitate to sell their talking parrot to the town gossip.”
Or if you want to look at this from a negative point of view,
you could recall the words of the great theologian Oscar Wilde,
"If you can’t say something good about someone,
come over here and sit next to me."

But while we can joke about gossip and loose tongues,
most of the time neither are a laughing matter.
The story is told of a man who lived in a highland village in Scotland.
He passed along a story he had heard about another man for whom he did not care . . . a story, he thought, that was true.
But when the story got around the village,
the man in question was devastated.
His family, his job and his integrity were all destroyed by the rumor mill.
He finally had to leave town — a ruined and defeated man.

As you might have guessed, the guy who helped spread the story eventually discovered that the rumor was false.
He had helped to destroy an innocent man with his tongue.
So he went to his priest.
"Dominie, I have destroyed a man with my words"
and he told the priest the whole story.
"Please Dominie," he said, "I am sorry — can I be forgiven this sin?"

The priest told the man that this was not so simple and told him to take a bag of feathers and place one in the front yard of every house in the village. Although the man thought this to be a strange request to make,
he really wanted forgiveness,
so he followed the instructions to the letter.
At last he came back and said,
"Dominie, I have done all that you asked, may I now be forgiven?"

"Not yet, my son," the priest replied,
"You must first retrace your steps and bring back to me every feather you placed in the village!"
"But, Dominie — I could never do that,
the wind has carried the feathers away!"
"Yes," the priest said, "And in the same way your careless words have destroyed an innocent man!"

As another has said, “Thoughts unexpressed may fall back dead,
but even God can’t kill words after they’re said!"

How great a forest is set ablaze by a small fire! And the tongue is a fire.
The tongue is placed among our members as a world of iniquity;
it stains the whole body, sets on fire the cycle of nature,
and is itself set on fire by hell.
For every species of beast and bird, of reptile and sea creature, can be tamed and has been tamed by the human species,
but no one can tame the tongue-a restless evil, full of deadly poison.

As a pastor there are several passages of scripture that I am reminded of from time to time or that I turn to in time of need. 
Unfortunately, this is one of those passages. 
I realize that we Christians are sinners like everyone else in the world,
and I realize that the Church can act like so many of the other organizations in the world as well,
but there should be a limit to how true this is in practice.

I have served as a conflict intervention consultant to seven churches and have also been appointed to serve in two churches that were at the highest level of conflict prior to my arrival.
The words that James writes are dead center on the mark when it comes to churches in conflict,
and unfortunately they are also applicable to some churches and Christians that are not in open conflict as well.

When will we learn as Christians to place our tongues along with the rest of who we are under the lordship of Christ?
You see, we are entrusted with a great power here.
We are given a gift that can create or destroy.
We can build up or tear down with this gift.
Do you remember that one of the strongest warnings Jesus ever issued has to do with the matter of how we use our speech? 
Listen carefully:
"I tell you, on the day of judgment you will have to give an account for every careless word you utter…"  Matt. 12:36

Why is this issue so important to Jesus?
It’s important, my friends, because with our words we can draw people to the love of God with our speech or we can turn them off and away. 
We can set the course of a child’s life with a careless word and turn a young person around with a positive nourishing word.
I’m reminded of the musical “Into the Woods.”
In it one of the characters issues a warning in song:
Careful the things you say
Children will listen
Careful the things you do
Children will see and learn
Children may not obey, but children will listen
Children will look to you for which way to turn
To learn what to be
Careful before you say "Listen to me"
Children will listen

Children will listen . . . and the world is listening,
to what we, as followers of Jesus, have to say.       
What will the people around us hear?

The other day while visiting Gene and Sandy Swann,
we got to talking about finding truth in the Bible and also in other sources.
One of the truths that I have found comes from the Hindu tradition and is called the “Three Gates of Speech.”
These gates of speech are meant to give a person pause before opening his or her mouth and perhaps saying something he or she shouldn’t say. 
Before speaking, one should ask three questions:
Is what I’m about to say the truth?
Is what I am about to say kind?
Is what I am about to say necessary?
Only when we can answer these three questions in the affirmative,
thus going through the three gates of speech,
should we dare to open our mouths to say something.

Needless to say (but I will say it anyway, because that’s how I am),
practicing such a discipline would drastically cut down on all the noise and chatter around us. 
It would also drastically reduce the negativity common in everyday conversation. 
The only trouble I see with using these gates of speech as a kind of filter is that a lot of us might be left without anything to say at all.

But would that be such a bad thing?
Would it?

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Powerpoint Slides for Proper 7B/Ordinary 12B/Pentecost 3 – June 21, 2009

2009 June 15
by Will

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Bulletin Art for Proper 7B/Ordinary 12B/Pentecost 3 – June 21, 2009

2009 June 15
by Will

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Bulletin Art for Proper 7B/Ordinary 12B/Pentecost 3 – June 21, 2009

2009 June 15
by Will

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Powerpoint Backgrounds – Mustard Seeds

2009 June 9
by Will

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Can These Bones Live – A Sermon for Pentecost Sunday

2009 May 31
by Will
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Thanks to the work of Walter Wink in this article, which helped shape the first half of this sermon.

Israel was hopelessly defeated.
The best and brightest minds, the leaders of the land,
were in exile . . . taken into captivity by the Babylonians.
It was hard for the exiles to see anything good about their situation.
And many saw their defeat as not just the defeat of their nation and their military strength,
but also as a defeat for their God.
Yahweh had lost. 
Marduk, the god of the Babylonians, had won . . . decisively.
Jerusalem had been ransacked,
the Temple, the dwelling place of God Almighty, had been destroyed,
the people who had been left behind were like sheep without a shepherd,
and the exiles were hundreds of miles away from everything they loved or cared about.

As the biblical scholar Walter Wink puts it:
“Yahweh had been proven impotent.
Marduk had prevailed.
The ancient faith had proved inadequate;
it was nothing but the tribal faith of a tiny population on the fringe of a great empire.
Now the exiles were bereft of their land, their temple, their sacrifices–
everything that made them a people with a unique identity and vocation.
They were removed to the heart of empire.
Here were gods of real power,
gods of universal sovereignty,
gods of irresistible might.”
In other words, their freedom had vanished,
hope was all but gone,
and Israel was as good as dead.
And so the people cry out,
"Our bones are dried up, and our hope is lost; we are cut off completely."

And what’s interesting is that when Yahweh addresses the prophet, "Mortal, can these bones live?," Ezekiel can’t even answer yes.
In fact, the only reasonable response is no,
and so Ezekiel’s evasive answer becomes an act of superhuman optimism:
"O Lord God, you know."

And so Yahweh orders Ezekiel to prophesy to these dry bones–
spiritually dead Israel–and to call them back to life.
to declare the unimaginable,
to think the unthinkable,
to call the people to new hope,
grounded not on their past but on the sheer faith that God is about to do the impossible.

And it literally did seem impossible.
No people could be expected to survive the Babylonian experience intact and whole,
and yet God literally resurrected his people and brought them back into their land.
And God did it through nothing but vision.
God promised, "I am going to open your graves,
and bring you up from your graves, O my people;
and I will bring you back to the land of Israel….
I will put my spirit within you, and you shall live."

That is how history is made,
that is how despair is overcome,
and that is how life is resurrected from the dead:
by seeing the impossible and yet still believing that with God anything is possible.
The truth is . . . Israel did go home.
The temple was rebuilt.
Babylon, that eternal empire, fell within 50 years.
And even more: God’s promise to put divine spirit in them,
though not immediately fulfilled,
was repeated by Joel in an even more unbelievable vision:
"I will pour out my spirit on all flesh;
your sons and your daughters shall prophesy,
your old men shall dream dreams and your young men shall see visions.
Even on the male and female slaves, in those days,
I will pour out my spirit."

This vision from Joel had to wait 400 years before it became a reality at Pentecost, where, once again,
we find a group of people who had lost their moorings,
people who were uncertain of the way forward,
people who knew all to well the power of death (Wink).
Their friend and teacher Jesus had been killed,
and though he had miraculously come back to life,
now he had left them again.
What were they to do?
And how were they going to do it?

And then the answer came . . . in a sound like the rush of a violent wind,
Once again God was doing the impossible,
and the outpouring of the Holy Spirit became both the fulfillment of Jesus’ promise and the power they needed to do his work and will.

So what does all this have to do with us?

Almost every year at Annual Conference we find out that the United Methodist Church has lost thousands and even tens of thousands of members since the last time we last met.
Anywhere from 40 to 60 thousand people.
As a preacher, upon hearing the statistics one year, once said,
“I had a vision of all these people we had lost.
I saw them, all 60,000 of them,
lying around like dead bodies,
60,000 corpses stacked upon one another.
And I thought to myself,
That’s how many members our church lost in the last year.

This pastor went on to state,
“With this image in mind,
I fully expected someone to say,
Gosh! 60,000 members is a lot to lose.
But no, we went right on ahead with business as usual.
Death, decay and decline are not so tough to deal with once you get used to them.
We come to accept decline and death as normal,
as the way things are.”

After all, so the excuses go,
the church has too many older people in it.
Our church’s are in declining areas.
There’s no growth in these places to speak of.
What did we expect, anyway.
What do we expect?
We expect death, of course,
and death is what we get.

And what does death look like?
Well, the Bible has a picture of death.
It’s found in our first reading for today . . . that valley of dry bones stretched out as far as the eye could see.
It is a picture of death and its horrible effects that Ezekiel is confronted with.
Death reigns there . . . unchallenged and supreme.

What does death look like?
I have seen death in a person.
I have witnessed the gradual wasting away of the flesh down to the bones,
the skin hanging on frail arms and legs due to illness,
and I have heard the rattling, gasping breathing of a dying person,
as he or she tries to stave off death for just another breath.

And I have seen death in the church.
Death is faded Sunday School books lying about a room that hasn’t been used for Christian Education in years.
It is dark hallways where children once scurried to their Sund
ay School classes, now empty and vacant.
Its empty pews staring back at the pulpit,
and a building in need of repair.
It is the frantic search for money for a church more preoccupied with keeping a roof over its head than it is with proclaiming the gospel.
It is people not concerned about their spiritual well-being,
not interested in growing in their faith,
satisfied to put their time in on a Sunday morning,
and not have to think about their faith again for a week,
a month or more.
That, my friends, is death.

I have heard other pastors ask the question God posed to Ezekiel,
"Can these bones live?"
And I must admit that I too have asked that question at different times and places in my life.
It is a question I ask today, on this day of Pentecost.
Can these bones live?

You see, although it rarely celebrated as such,
today is one of the highest days of the church year.
It is after all the church’s birthday.
Pentecost should have as much joy as Christmas,
and as much pageantry as Easter.
People should turn out in droves today.
There should be multitudes here,
singing God’s praises,
lifting up their prayers,
and turning to God’s word for guidance and direction.
All of Christendom should be celebrating the birth of the church and the wonderful gift of the Holy Spirit.

Today is meant to be a day of hope, of happiness, even of ecstasy.
But the truth is that many of us here were not any more thrilled about coming to church today than we are any other Sunday.
And the truth is that some Sundays finds our level of excitement barely enough to keep a pilot light burning,
let alone inspiring the tongues of flame we read about in Acts 2.

Let’s face it.
We bear a more striking resemblance to the dry bones in Ezekiel than we do to those disciples who are gathered together praying, rejoicing, and celebrating.
Our churches are rarely like the Upper Room.
Instead, they evidence the dry and parched conditions of the desert.

Now before you think that I am being too harsh and critical,
let me say that I am indeed being harsh and critical.
I am critical of the church,
and I am critical of my own Christian Walk.
I know all too well that all too often I am of not much more than a pile of dried up bones.
I know that there are times when I let my spiritual life decline to the point where there is hardly a heartbeat left.
My prayer life fades,
my devotional reading ceases,
and my activities in the church become ritualized,
and at these times I’m merely going through the motions of being a Christian.
This is another picture of death for me.

And so there are times when I look at myself,
as well as at the church,
and ask, Can these bones live?
And if they can live again,
what will that life look like?

My friends, the valley of dry bones,
what the psalmist called the valley of the shadow of death,
can be a frightening, lonely place.
It can be soul-crushing.
But the miracle is that we don’t have to stay there.

Ezekiel’s vision tells of a wind,
a holy, mysterious, life-giving wind,
that blew through the valley,
remembering and caressing each of those old detached dried up bones,
and in the end giving these bones their muscles,
their flesh and blood, and their life.

This wind was nothing other than the breath of God,
the Spirit of God,
the same Spirit that hovered over the dark waters of creation,
bringing forth life from the chaos.
This wind was the same breath of God that breathed into the first man and woman in the garden,
creating humankind from the dust of the earth,
whispering life into being.
It is the same wind that filled the room where the followers of Jesus had gathered.
And it is the same wind that gave those 120 people new life, new hope,
and a new strength to carry out their mission as Christ’s disciples.

And you have seen this same wind, this same Spirit, in your life.
I am sure many of you have experienced times like the ones I described experiencing.
Times when you have been in some dark valley of death,
seemingly cut off, severed from life,
your existence little more than a "valley of dry bones."
But then, as if out of nowhere,
a holy wind has come upon you,
refreshed you, and brought you back to life.
That life-giving wind was not "out of nowhere."
That wind was the Holy Spirit.

If First UMC is to live,
if we are to survive as God’s people here in Pottstown, PA,
it will be as a gift,
as a result of God’s gracious Spirit blowing through here,
giving us that which we can not have on our own.
Dried out bones do not take on flesh and life through the exercise of their own free will.
Just ask Ezekiel.
It is only through the life-giving presence of God’s Spirit that the bones come together, take on form and flesh, and live again.

(Pointing to the church) Can these bones live?
(Pointing to myself) Can these bones live?
(Pointing to the people) Can these bones live?
These are life and death questions,
and the answer depends upon what we are willing to do.
What are we willing to do to experience new life for ourselves?
What are we willing to do to bring new life to our church?
And are we willing to be open to the moving of the Holy Spirit in our lives and in our church?   

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Trinity Sunday – Another Bulletin Cover

2009 May 31
by Will

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More Powerpoint for Trinity Sunday

2009 May 31
by Will

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Powerpoint Background Slides for Trinity Sunday

2009 May 31
by Will

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Trinity Sunday – Bulletin Cover Art

2009 May 31
by Will

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