Somewhere along the line my brain retired, and I’m not quite sure where it is these days. For some reason, my tongue has not yet retired.
The main arena of my trouble has to do with The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage. Her brain and tongue are connected and work well together.
Although she has given me many lessons along this line, I still have that great divide that has cost me a lot of frustration. If only my tongue would not work until my brain kicks in, things might be much better.
Quite often, The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage will stop, look at me and say, “Is that your brain talking or just your tongue?”
The question I struggled with is, why does the brain slow down in life, but the tongue speeds up?
If I believed my good old Uncle Fred, I would have more control of my tongue than I do.
This is no more obvious than when The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage and I discuss some subject. During the discussion, her brain is in complete control of her tongue. Or, so she says.
My tongue, on the other hand, is completely out-of-control. When we have some discussion, my tongue begins talking about something that is not even related to the subject.
My wife then looks at me with a questionable stare and says, “What did you just say? And what does that have to do with what we’re talking about?”
For years I’ve been trying to train my tongue to say, “Yes, dear. You’re right.” For some reason, my brain cannot remember those phrases.
Although I’m struggling along this line I have learned one thing. My brain has not let me down on a rather important issue.
That important issue is, always let your wife have the last word. That’s hard for someone like me to do. My tongue sometimes is completely out-of-control, and not listening to what my wife is saying. She somehow irritates my tongue, and my brain has no idea what’s going on.
Another important aspect is that my tongue is not connected to my ears. What I hear is not always what my tongue responds to. I think God gave me two ears on either side of my head to control my tongue in some regard.
No matter what I hear with my ears, my tongue has a different story to tell.
I have noticed of late that my brain is focused on one subject, my tongue is focused on another subject, and the twain shall never meet.
In my devotions this morning, I was reading 1 Peter 3:10, “For he that will love life, and see good days, let him refrain his tongue from evil, and his lips that they speak no guile.”
I don’t know how much better that can be put. To refrain my tongue from evil is a great discipline in my daily life that offers great rewards throughout my life.