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 Her other nickname, coined by my Dad while driving the streets of Germany with her, was Einbahnstraße (one way street).  In our family, if you wanted compromise, negotiation or flexibility, you went to Dad.  If you wanted a decision, an ultimatum, or an irreversible judgment, you went to Mom.  Or more likely, she found you.
-But as far back as I can remember, my mom was an unmoveable, unshakable, solid rock.  I didn't think it was possible for anyone to make her cry, let alone me.  And it wasn't even anything I did. That's probably how most teenage boys make their mothers cry.
+But as far back as I can remember, my mom was an unmovable, unshakable, solid rock.  I didn't think it was possible for anyone to make her cry, let alone me.  And it wasn't even anything I did. That's probably how most teenage boys make their mothers cry.
 No, in my case, it was something I said.  I don't even remember what exactly my words were, what we were arguing about that time in the car on the way home from somewhere.  I have a vague recollection that it was about money, and that I was being a spoiled brat about not getting something I thought I was entitled to.
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 The Greek word used here for teachers is διδάσκαλοι (didaskaloi).  In the New Testament, that almost always refers to those who teach and preach the scriptures, so even (or especially) in my current vocation, I'm still not off the hook.  But I'm finally in good company--notice James says, "we who teach."
-Of course, there are about 1,742 words in James' letter, and that seems to be all he wrote.
+Of course, there are only about 1,742 words in James' letter, his core teaching, and that seems to be all he wrote.  By contrast, I will have spoken that many words (and more) by the time I'm finished with this one, 20 minute sermon.  And I do this every week.  I speak a lot of words.  And today I've spoken a lot of words about speaking a lot of words.
-For James, there is no middle ground when it comes to our words:  "10 From the same mouth come blessing and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this ought not to be so. 11 Does a spring pour forth from the same opening both fresh and brackish water? 12 Can a fig tree, my brothers and sisters, yield olives, or a grapevine figs? No more can salt water yield fresh."
+People of First Presbyterian Church, may you preach the gospel at all times, and use words if necessary.

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 I had big plans.  I was going to go into a career of politics and elected office.  I even drew up a timeline for when I would first run for state legislature, then congress, then the senate.  According to that timeline I made back in 1995, I was supposed to have been elected President of the United States just last November.
-As a "student politician" I wasn't destructive with my words (which is more than I can say for some actual politicians these days!).  I don't think I was exploiting anyone with my words anymore--by then I actually believed most of what I was saying in my political speeches and campaigns.  But at the heart of all those words was still something that James warns us about twice in today's passage:  Selfish ambition.  I had no desire to tear others down, but I also had a strong desire to lift myself and my interests above all others.  Which, if you think about it, has exactly the same effect in the end.
+As a "student politician" I wasn't destructive with my words (which is more than I can say for some actual politicians these days!).  I don't think I was exploiting anyone with my words anymore--by then I actually believed most of what I was saying in my political speeches and campaigns.  But at the heart of all those words was still something that James warns us about in verse 16 of today's passage: "Where there is envy and selfish ambition, there will also be disorder and wickedness of every kind."  I had no desire to tear others down, but I also had a strong desire to lift myself and my interests above all others.  Which, if you think about it, has exactly the same effect in the end.
-So what's the antidote (or maybe penance) for an ambitious young man who has a way with words?  Probably teaching high school English literature in the inner city.  There's definitely no power, no prestige, and not very much pay in that.  James doesn't cut teachers much of a break, either, when he says in verse 1, "Not many of you should become teachers, my brothers and sisters, for you know that we who teach will be judged with greater strictness."
+So what was the antidote (or maybe penance) for an ambitious young man who has a way with words?  Probably it was teaching high school English literature in inner-city Dallas for the next five years.  There's definitely no prestige, no power, and not very much pay in that line of work, but you get to perfect your speech seven times a day in front of a mostly hostile audience.  And maybe, just maybe, my words were finally starting to make a positive difference, in a way that benefited others more than me.
-The Greek word used here for teachers is διδάσκαλοι (didaskaloi).  In the New Testament, that almost always refers to those who teach the scriptures, so even (or especially) in my current vocation, I'm still not off the hook.
+Still...James doesn't cut teachers much of a break.  In fact, he says in verse 1, "Not many of you should become teachers, my brothers and sisters, for you know that we who teach will be judged with greater strictness."

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	So what's the antidote (or maybe penance) for an ambitious young man who has a way with words? Probably teaching high school English literature in the inner city. There's definitely no power, no prestige, and not very much pay in that. James doesn't cut teachers much of a break, either, when he says in verse 1, "Not many of you should become teachers, my brothers and sisters, for you know that we who teach will be judged with greater strictness."		So what's the antidote (or maybe penance) for an ambitious young man who has a way with words? Probably teaching high school English literature in the inner city. There's definitely no power, no prestige, and not very much pay in that. James doesn't cut teachers much of a break, either, when he says in verse 1, "Not many of you should become teachers, my brothers and sisters, for you know that we who teach will be judged with greater strictness."
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		+	The Greek word used here for teachers is διδάσκαλοι (didaskaloi). In the New Testament, that almost always refers to those who teach the scriptures, so even (or especially) in my current vocation, I'm still not off the hook.

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	I had big plans. I was going to go into a career of politics and elected office. I even drew up a timeline for when I would first run for state legislature, then congress, then the senate. According to that timeline I made back in 1995, I was supposed to have been elected President of the United States just last November.		I had big plans. I was going to go into a career of politics and elected office. I even drew up a timeline for when I would first run for state legislature, then congress, then the senate. According to that timeline I made back in 1995, I was supposed to have been elected President of the United States just last November.

−	As a "student politician" I wasn't destructive with my words (which is more than I can say for some actual politicians these days!). I don't think I was exploiting anyone with my words anymore--by then I actually believed most of what I was saying in my political speeches and campaigns. But at the heart of all those words was still something that James warns us about twice in today's passage: Selfish ambition.	+	As a "student politician" I wasn't destructive with my words (which is more than I can say for some actual politicians these days!). I don't think I was exploiting anyone with my words anymore--by then I actually believed most of what I was saying in my political speeches and campaigns. But at the heart of all those words was still something that James warns us about twice in today's passage: Selfish ambition. I had no desire to tear others down, but I also had a strong desire to lift myself and my interests above all others. Which, if you think about it, has exactly the same effect in the end.
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		+	So what's the antidote (or maybe penance) for an ambitious young man who has a way with words? Probably teaching high school English literature in the inner city. There's definitely no power, no prestige, and not very much pay in that. James doesn't cut teachers much of a break, either, when he says in verse 1, "Not many of you should become teachers, my brothers and sisters, for you know that we who teach will be judged with greater strictness."
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 "How great a forest is set ablaze by a small fire! And the tongue is a fire."  That's a great metaphor.  Fire gives us light and warmth; the harnessing of fire was the beginning of civilization.  But unchecked, untamed, fire rages out of control and is tremendously destructive, deadly.
-It didn't take me long, as a teenager, to realize the power and influence of words.  While other boys were far more athletic or good-looking than I was, when it came to girls and dating...I could write poetry, stories and beautiful love songs.  I kind of exploited that.
+It didn't take me long, as a teenager, to realize the power and influence of my words.  While other boys were far more athletic or good-looking than I was, when it came to girls and dating...I learned that I could write poetry, stories and beautiful love songs.  Sometimes I would write a poem or a song for one girl, then just change the name but use the same poem or song for the next girl that came along.  By this point, I wasn't using my words to actively hurt or tear anyone down, but I was still using them to exploit or manipulate.
-In college, I became involved in student government, and discovered a whole new venue for my words.  I wrote and delivered persuasive political speeches, first for other students running for this office or that, then for myself.  My final year of college, I was elected student body president.  That was actually quite a feat of persuasion, considering at the time I was an openly unashamed liberal democrat in the most fundamentalist, conservative Republican college in the country.
+In college, I became involved in student government, and discovered a whole new venue for the power of my words.  I wrote and delivered persuasive political speeches, first for other students running for this office or that, then for myself.  My final year of college, I was elected student body president.  That was actually quite a feat of persuasion, considering at the time I was an openly unashamed liberal democrat in the most fundamentalist, conservative Republican college in the country.

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	It didn't take me long, as a teenager, to realize the power and influence of words. While other boys were far more athletic or good-looking than I was, when it came to girls and dating...I could write poetry, stories and beautiful love songs. I kind of exploited that.		It didn't take me long, as a teenager, to realize the power and influence of words. While other boys were far more athletic or good-looking than I was, when it came to girls and dating...I could write poetry, stories and beautiful love songs. I kind of exploited that.

−	In college, I became involved in student government, and ~~realized~~ a whole new ~~avenue~~ for my words. I wrote and delivered persuasive speeches, first for other students running for this office or that, then for myself.	+	In college, I became involved in student government, and discovered a whole new venue for my words. I wrote and delivered persuasive political speeches, first for other students running for this office or that, then for myself. My final year of college, I was elected student body president. That was actually quite a feat of persuasion, considering at the time I was an openly unashamed liberal democrat in the most fundamentalist, conservative Republican college in the country.

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 Once, when I was 15 years old, I made my mother cry.  I'm not proud of this in any way, but it's a painful memory that, for a variety of reasons, stands out in my mind after all these years.
-One of those reasons is because, when it happened, it really surprised to me.  It would still be surprising for anyone who knew (or knows) my mother!  She was an army officer in an era before that was a common thing for women.  She was the daughter of an infantry Colonel, one of six children, so she was raised to be strong and tough even before she officially became "Major Locke" -- her rank and title in the Army, and at home, too. Her other nickname, coined by my Dad while driving the streets of Germany with her, was Einbahnstraße (one way street).  In our family, if you wanted compromise, negotiation or flexibility, you went to Dad.  If you wanted a decision, an ultimatum, or an irreversible judgment, you went to Mom.  Or more likely, she found you.
+One of those reasons is because, when it happened, it really surprised to me.  It would still be surprising for anyone who knew (or knows) my mother!  She was an army officer in an era before that was a common thing for women.  She was the daughter of an infantry Colonel, one of six children.  She was raised to be strong and tough even before she officially became "Major Locke," which was her rank and title in the Army, and sometimes at home, too.
-As far back as I can remember, my mom was an unmoveable, unshakable, solid rock.  I didn't think it was possible for anyone to make her cry, let alone me.
+Her other nickname, coined by my Dad while driving the streets of Germany with her, was Einbahnstraße (one way street).  In our family, if you wanted compromise, negotiation or flexibility, you went to Dad.  If you wanted a decision, an ultimatum, or an irreversible judgment, you went to Mom.  Or more likely, she found you.
-And it wasn't anything I did, either. That's probably where most teenage boys make their mothers cry. No, in my case, it was something I said.  I don't even remember what exactly my words were, what we were arguing about that time in the car on the way home from somewhere.  I have a vague recollection that it was about money, and that I was being a spoiled brat about not getting something I thought I was entitled to.
+But as far back as I can remember, my mom was an unmoveable, unshakable, solid rock.  I didn't think it was possible for anyone to make her cry, let alone me.  And it wasn't even anything I did. That's probably how most teenage boys make their mothers cry.
-Usually, as I noted earlier, arguing with my mother was an exercise in utter futility, and a potentially dangerous exercise at that. I remember she once famously added a week of grounding for every additional word that came out of my mouth after she determined that the argument was over.
+No, in my case, it was something I said.  I don't even remember what exactly my words were, what we were arguing about that time in the car on the way home from somewhere.  I have a vague recollection that it was about money, and that I was being a spoiled brat about not getting something I thought I was entitled to.
 But for some reason that day, I risked it, and happened to push all the right buttons--probably some combination of guilt, status shaming, perceived parental responsibility and teenage angst all rolled together in one rapid-fire burst of words.
-And right there in the car with my younger siblings watching, my mother, Major Locke, broke down in tears, stammering something about not always being able to give her children all the things she wanted to.
+And right there in the car with my younger siblings watching, my mother, Major Locke, broke down in tears, stammering something about not being able to afford to give her children all the things she wanted or hoped to.
-I felt like dirt.  And rightfully so.  My callous words had been calculated to win the argument, but I never considered at what cost that would come.  I certainly didn't feel like I had won anything worth winning.
+I felt like dirt.  And rightfully so.  My callous words had been calculated to win the argument, but I never considered at what cost that would come.  I certainly didn't feel like I had won anything worth winning.  To this day, I can't even remember what it was that I had wanted so badly in the first place.
-Sometimes I wonder if all these words I say to you each Sunday morning, if all my efforts to inspire people, reconcile people, and give people hope, if all these hundreds of thousands of words I preach are all just an attempt to undo the damage done by those few ugly words spoken to my mother when I was 15.
+Sometimes I wonder if all these words I say to you each Sunday morning, if all my efforts to inspire people, reconcile people, and give people hope, if all these hundreds of thousands of words I preach are all just an elaborate attempt to undo the damage done by those few ugly words spoken to my mother when I was 15.
 Sticks and stones, it is said, may break our bones, but words will wound us to the very core.

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	And right there in the car with my younger siblings watching, my mother, Major Locke, broke down in tears, stammering something about not always being able to give her children all the things she wanted to.		And right there in the car with my younger siblings watching, my mother, Major Locke, broke down in tears, stammering something about not always being able to give her children all the things she wanted to.

−	~~And~~ I felt like dirt. ~~Rightfully~~ so.	+	I felt like dirt. And rightfully so. My callous words had been calculated to win the argument, but I never considered at what cost that would come. I certainly didn't feel like I had won anything worth winning.
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		+	Sometimes I wonder if all these words I say to you each Sunday morning, if all my efforts to inspire people, reconcile people, and give people hope, if all these hundreds of thousands of words I preach are all just an attempt to undo the damage done by those few ugly words spoken to my mother when I was 15.
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		+	Sticks and stones, it is said, may break our bones, but words will wound us to the very core.

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	==James 3: Wisdom From Above==		==James 3: Wisdom From Above==
		+	Once, when I was 15 years old, I made my mother cry. I'm not proud of this in any way, but it's a painful memory that, for a variety of reasons, stands out in my mind after all these years.
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		+	One of those reasons is because, when it happened, it really surprised to me. It would still be surprising for anyone who knew (or knows) my mother! She was an army officer in an era before that was a common thing for women. She was the daughter of an infantry Colonel, one of six children, so she was raised to be strong and tough even before she officially became "Major Locke" -- her rank and title in the Army, and at home, too. Her other nickname, coined by my Dad while driving the streets of Germany with her, was Einbahnstraße (one way street). In our family, if you wanted compromise, negotiation or flexibility, you went to Dad. If you wanted a decision, an ultimatum, or an irreversible judgment, you went to Mom. Or more likely, she found you.
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		+	As far back as I can remember, my mom was an unmoveable, unshakable, solid rock. I didn't think it was possible for anyone to make her cry, let alone me.
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		+	And it wasn't anything I did, either. That's probably where most teenage boys make their mothers cry. No, in my case, it was something I said. I don't even remember what exactly my words were, what we were arguing about that time in the car on the way home from somewhere. I have a vague recollection that it was about money, and that I was being a spoiled brat about not getting something I thought I was entitled to.
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		+	Usually, as I noted earlier, arguing with my mother was an exercise in utter futility, and a potentially dangerous exercise at that. I remember she once famously added a week of grounding for every additional word that came out of my mouth after she determined that the argument was over.
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		+	But for some reason that day, I risked it, and happened to push all the right buttons--probably some combination of guilt, status shaming, perceived parental responsibility and teenage angst all rolled together in one rapid-fire burst of words.
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		+	And right there in the car with my younger siblings watching, my mother, Major Locke, broke down in tears, stammering something about not always being able to give her children all the things she wanted to.
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 How great a forest is set ablaze by a small fire! 6 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. 7 For every species of beast and bird, of reptile and sea creature, can be tamed and has been tamed by the human species, 8 but no one can tame the tongue—a restless evil, full of deadly poison. 9 With it we bless the Lord and Father, and with it we curse those who are made in the likeness of God. 10 From the same mouth come blessing and cursing. My brothers and sisters, this ought not to be so. 11 Does a spring pour forth from the same opening both fresh and brackish water? 12 Can a fig tree, my brothers and sisters, yield olives, or a grapevine figs? No more can salt water yield fresh.
 Who is wise and understanding among you? Show by your good life that your works are done with gentleness born of wisdom. 14 But if you have bitter envy and selfish ambition in your hearts, do not be boastful and false to the truth. 15 Such wisdom does not come down from above, but is earthly, unspiritual, devilish. 16 For where there is envy and selfish ambition, there will also be disorder and wickedness of every kind. 17 But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, willing to yield, full of mercy and good fruits, without a trace of partiality or hypocrisy. 18 And a harvest of righteousness is sown in peace for those who make peace.
 ==James 3: Wisdom From Above==