Pastor Smith’s (Unfortunately) Powerful Tongue
Written for my wife for our 26th anniversary today.
Pastor Smith stuck out his tongue at the congregation during his sermon. It was the last time Barbara and Floyd Cloyd would be in that church. Of course, Pastor Smith was making a point totally other than the rudeness of a Bronx cheer. He was making a huge point! He stuck out his tongue at the idols in our lives. And The Mr. and Mrs. Floyd Cloyds missed it. He spoke about idolatry that morning. That’s all.
Afterward, when the elders had convened an emergency meeting to discuss their pastor’s tongue-y behavior, Pastor Smith admitted that if it were a Woodstock crowd he would have mooned the idols! The elders all chuckled, and told him he could just go on preaching with passion. It worked. They’d handle the Cloyd’s.
But Pastor Smith did not let it go. He could fret for days! He knew worry was a sin, but the Cloyd’s had been members for two years. The sat in the front row. Now what? Everyone would see that the woman with the pink hair, and the husband who looked like Mr. Cleaver, would be absent, missing, maybe even “disgruntled.” Those disgruntled members really ate at Pastor Smith’s psyche.
Someone once gave him a three-foot Q-tip to remind him to “Quit Taking It Personally.” It didn’t work. He woke in the night sweating out his anxiety, gave it to God, then analyzed his behavior and the others to see how it could fit together all over again. He knew that in the morning it wouldn’t matter, but even now, after thirty years of ministry, people’s behavior toward him destroyed him for days.
Pastor Smith woke on Monday morning to bright sunshine, crisp air, and a new day. His first thought wasn’t pink hair in the front row or the elder’s chuckling, but the smell from the kitchen. Mattie must have gotten up early to make him breakfast. There she was, fixing eggs, whole wheat toast, and oatmeal. She knew he needed a picker-upper-morning. Starbucks Breakfast Blend was brewed in the coffee press. She read him a short devotional that she had read that morning, and prayed before they ate. “Unbelievable,” he thought. “How did she know that all I needed was to know the world was still a safe place with someone who loved me?”
The rest of the day, Pastor Smith waited for the elders to get back to him about the Cloyd conversation. How did he know that sticking out his tongue to make a point would kick the Floyd Cloyd’s clear out the front door of church. No wonder James says the tongue is so powerful!