Proverbs 13:3 #@*%
One who guards his mouth protects his life; One who opens wide his lips comes to ruin.
Many times, in my life from my youth to currently, my mouth and my words will get me in trouble. Most times, I really do not mean what I am saying, I am just fast to speak my discontent. My father would punish me in an odd way. He would make me look in a mirror then I would have to say to myself, “thank you, my mouth, for getting me into trouble”. I wish he still alive to give me that wise reminder because my mouth still gets me into trouble. Not so much my mouth anymore, but still my words. I fast to speech and slow to listen, and I am a keyboard warrior with my verbal abuse. I really don’t mean what I say, it is like a dog that chase its own tail and if the bite it; it is really biting itself. Not only that, but I say I teach God’s word, but while witnessing I can lose my temper and will attack. On the Next-Door website, I befriended Yvonne Bell. I try to be friendly with her. One day I saw her using such vulgar language. I told her I would have no part of that, and she verbally attacked me. So I retaliate in a hateful manner, not really using Christian love. My witty friend Talbot Davis and pastor of the Good Shepherd Church learned of the incident told me that was unacceptable. I was warned to never repeat it or else church discipline would be needed. Not only did I repeat the behavior once but a few times, so I was suspended. I am thankful for the punishment because I needed to learn how to control my anger and my mouth. I am not really hurting the church by not being allowed to go; I am hurting myself because I am missing the worships and life group Bible study services. Furthermore, I broke the fifth commandment with my words when I dishonored my father. The night before he had a heart attack and died, I insulted him very vulgarly. As I woke the following morning to cook myself breakfast, I saw him lying down on the floor. Realizing he was dead. I try to resuscitate, but the taste of death on his breath almost made me vomit. Years later, I was newly attending a church two miles from my home. Oddly, at the time my pastor was Randy, which is last name is Davis as well. He visited my home to help me prepare for baptism. He said I had to right all my wrongs that I had done to anyone. I asked what about my dad; he is dead, how can I right my wrongs with a dead man? He said, Samuel, give it to God, so that you can be born again, and trust you will be all right. So that is what I want to do, ask God to please help me guard my mouth. Use only words of love and kindness to others, which is how loving God and others is practiced. Please pray for me and hope those I offended can forgive me and can be their brother in Christ. God bless you all, Jesus loves you and so do I, His humble bond-servant, Samuel Jerry Head.