About five years ago I dedicated my life to James 3’s Taming the Tongue. I was sitting in church one day when my pastor, at the time, said he had challenged himself not to say anything negative about someone who was not present. He would brag about someone all day, but he would not speak badly. I liked the sound of it and applied it to my life directly. Immediately, it became apparent to me how much work I had to do in this area. I didn’t realize how much time I spent talking about other people. I had entire relationships that were predicated on exchanging information about other people’s lives.
I get it 2020 was a rough year. Plans were canceled, jobs were lost, and relationships were stressed. For a while, I was annoyed too, angry even, that God would permit something like this to happen, not just to the world, but, to me. Because that is what it was all about me. Why would He allow this to happen to me? Man has been asking that question for millennia. Each generation must again come to the same realization as I do again and again: God does not answer to me. The plans I made? All the things I thought I was going to do? They were never promised to me in the first place.