September 17, 2006 Des Moines

Text:  James 3:1-12

 

Leverage Point

“Not many should become teachers,” James asserts.  And don’t we know it.  Just this week, NBC aired an extended interview by Matt Lauer with Debra LaFave, the 23-year old Florida teacher convicted of seducing a 14-year old student.  She could be the poster child for the point James is trying to make.  And unfortunately, her story is not unique.  The news has been littered, in recent years, with stories of teachers whose stewardship of their position has been both tragic and obscene. 

            But it wasn’t lewd and lascivious conduct that prompted James’ counsel.  Primarily on his mind was the power of the word and the recognition that not everyone wields that power effectively or even honorably.  And because teachers occupy uniquely influential positions to wield the power of their words, James urges special caution around the profession.  Those who enter this line of work ought to be constantly mindful of the trust and responsibility that is theirs.  And the rest of us ought to be vigilant about to whom we give access to a classroom.

What we know – sometimes from painful experience, is that “the words of a teacher touch the soul and, because they reach the vulnerable places of the heart, have potential both to heal and to destroy. While teachers are called to sustain the weary with the word (Isaiah 50:4), their words become spiritually lethal when they are divorced from God’s goodness, gentleness and wisdom.” [1]
            But as James’ subsequent observations make clear, it isn’t only teachers that need to be mindful.  All of us have conversations.  All of us shape thoughts and emotions and ideas into words and launch them into some common hearing, and if “looking before leaping” is sensible counsel for our actions, “thinking before speaking” is no less critical for our voices. 

Words, after all, are more than sounds; they are color and texture and substance and heart.  Words cast darkness or shower with light.  Words paralyze with fear or melt with love.  Words are velvet and brick, slander or song, insight or insult, blessing and curse.  Like nitro-glycerin, they have the power to steady a heartbeat so that life might go on, or to explode an entire building, bringing life to a sudden close.  More than grunts and vocal exclamation, words are power and meaning and nuance and guide; and we had better form them, use them, shepherd them with care.

            For words, and the tongues that roll them into action, have leverage.  Leverage, that “positional advantage” that attributes to something small the power to move or sway or influence that which is conspicuously larger.  As a bridle is to a horse or a rudder is to a ship, so is the tongue to a person.  And as a spark is to a forest fire, so is a word to the conduct and comprehension of human interaction.  Despite the ludicrous chant of childhood that “sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never hurt me,” words – so small and ephemeral – matter.  I don’t know anyone who hasn’t been hurt by words – carelessly spilled or angrily thrown; insensitively dropped or maliciously jabbed.  As James points out with understated artistry, “…the tongue is a small member, yet it boasts of great exploits.” 

            Great exploits, indeed!  It was with words that God created the heavens and the earth and everything that fills them.  The Word of God is a lamp unto our feet, proclaims the Psalmist, and a light unto our path.  The Word, according to John, was in the beginning with God, and the Word became flesh and dwelt among us as a light that lives on so powerfully that the darkness can not put it out.  It was the Spirit, manifested through tongues as of fire, that animated the first disciples at Pentecost and transformed them into bold witnesses of the faith. 

But as James goes on to caution, the tongue can also be set on fire by hell, itself, as when crowds gathered outside the court of Pilate and shouted, “Crucify Him!”  As when crowds stand outside a funeral or a school play and shout “God hates you!”  How great a forest is set ablaze by a small fire! And the tongue,” James observes, “is a fire.”

Of course, not everyone takes words this seriously.  In fact, careful speech is often ridiculed by critics as mere nonsensical slatherings in the name of political correctness.  And to be sure, “political correctness” can be taken to extremes.  One of my seminary professors was a guy named “Countryman,” and in one of the student satirical newspapers that circulated at the time, his name was modified to make it “gender neutral.”  Country-man became Country-person.  But even that didn’t finally satisfy, because the name still ended in a masculine form – “son.”  So finally the evolution was completed with “Country-per-offspring.”  It was, I’ll admit, linguistic precision run amuck. 

            But if the “political” part of the phrase sometimes steers our discourse a bit off-track, the importance of the “correctness” part ought to be self-evident.  How we say something is inseparably interwoven with what we are trying to say.  Why should we continue to call them “mailmen” when women just as often carry the post?  And why would we want to call it a “manhole cover” when it no longer represents the truth?  We don’t treat our clothing with such cavalier abandon – as if one garment is as good as another as long as it covers the skin. 

            James understands the risks – and the irony.  The same mouth that sings God’s praise also curses those made in God’s image.  The same tongue, he laments, speaks both healing and hurt.  In fact, there is a dark and pessimistic tone to James’ description.  One struggles to read in his words any kind of optimism at all about our ability to control the little leverage point that is our tongue.  Indeed, he says quite bluntly, “no one can tame the tongue – a restless evil, full of deadly poison.”  He makes it sound like the bird flu – only a matter of time before it kills you.

            I’m of the mind to believe that James exaggerates the case.  That’s not to deny the tongue’s potency, or its ability to cut and poison and bludgeon and belittle.  It is just to air the conviction that its malignant potentials can be blunted, and its considerable leverage be applied in life affirming ways.  Besides, unless one is a fatalistic drone, why else bring it up?

            The real issue, of course, is not the stray or incidental oath, nor even the passing angry word.  Of more significant concern to James is the “creation of distorted worlds of meaning within which the word of truth is suppressed;” [2]  in which “perception” is more important than fact; in which simply saying something over and over again makes it “true,” regardless of the evidence or experience at hand; in which a single flat surface or corner or loose thread is represented to be the whole of what is, in reality, immense and intricately shaped, and wonderfully complex. 

We have long since understood that history has largely been told through the voice of the winners, meaning that concern for those who have no voice could well be the greatest justice issue of all time.  How many years, for example, did the people living in Des Moines’ “southeast bottoms” complain about water in their basements every time it rained without ever being heard by the leaders with the power to correct the problem? 

            The gospel calls us to use the power of our words to call into being fresh images of healing and hope; powerful portraits of welcome and reconciliation; vivid colors of forgiveness, understanding and humility, as well as strong affirmation, relational innovation, and grace.  How long will the choking voices of immigrants locked in railroad cars be muffled, less by the steel of the walls than the indifference of our attention, before they are heard and saved?  How long will the voices of the lepers of our time be relegated to the outskirts of town, the outskirts of the church, the outskirts of family life, before we listen, respond, and welcome?

            What is the word of the church – and does it finally matter if that word is not on our lips and in our lives? 

            As some of you have heard me say, I think the current billboards around town suggesting that “If you can wish, you can believe” are not only silly, but misleading.  But risking the same kind of censure, I would be so bold as to assert that if you can say it, you can imagine it; and if you can imagine it – if you can picture it in your mind and feel it in your heart – you can begin to practice it in your life even if only in the smallest, most insignificant appearing ways.  And if that seems trivial, remember the wildfires that are set in motion by a single spark – and the spreading flame that once was a simple act, that once was a vivid dream, that once in the beginning was as a hopeful, prophetic word.

Ah!  The tongue:  such “…a small member and yet it boasts of great exploits.”  For through its leverage can be shifted the gargantuan weight of change.

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[1] From “Out in Scripture:  An Honest Encounter Between our lives and the Bible,” edited by Dr. Sydney Fowler (Human Rights Commission, 2006).

[2] Luke T. Johnson, “The Letter of James,” New Interpreter’s Bible, vol. XII (Nashville:  Abingdon Press, 1998) p. 205