Job CCLXVII

 Proverbs 29:20, “Do you see a man hasty in his words? There is more hope for a fool than for him.”

That was the synopsis given by Solomon, a king whom God deemed the wisest of his generation, excelling all the men of the East and all the wisdom of Egypt. Solomon prayed to God for wisdom and an understanding mind, and by God’s own assessment, he got it in spades. When weighing a pronouncement, it’s always wise to determine the source, who said it, and where it’s coming from. Yes, even a fool can say something profound once in a while, but it’s more likely that wise words will come from the lips of a wise man rather than a fool.

Fools try hard to sound wise and fail miserably. One blessed with wisdom speaks words of wisdom without looking as though they’d been harried, composing word salads that have nothing to do with the topic at hand. A former Vice President who recently ran for the presidency comes to mind.

Once in a while, I enjoy watching debates. Not political ones, mind you, since I find them trite and obnoxious on the best of days, but ones between Christian scholars and atheists. There is a man by the name of John Lennox who, among other things, is a lay theologian. The ease with which he dismantles his opponents and pokes holes in their theories is a joy to behold. You can tell he’s not trying to be brilliant; he simply is, and he doesn’t have to use big words to prove big ideas. He is a calm, thoughtful, grandfatherly type who doesn’t react in the heat of the moment, but even when his opponents grow belligerent and aggressive, he keeps his cool and thinks before he speaks.     

We all know that one individual in our sphere who tends to fly off the handle. It’s inevitable that we know such a person, someone whose words spill from their mouth without ever taking a pause to consider what they’re saying, or even if it makes sense, and if we can’t think of anyone, it’s probably us.

Job’s answer to Bildad could have been far harsher than it was, but in his quest to open the eyes of his friends to the possibility that they were wrong in their assessment of him, Job, once again, attempted to compel his friends to think, to ponder, to take the time and think the situation through rather than hastily say the first thing that came to their mind.

We’ve all had those moments when, in hindsight, we would have said something different than we did had we taken the time to consider it more thoroughly. Whether with friends, family, brothers, sisters, wives, or children, there are bound to be those moments when rather than being logical, reasonable, even keeled, and not reacting out of emotion or frustration, we say something we wish we could take back, something we know we shouldn’t have said, and the reason this occurs is because we speak in haste.

If ever this becomes a pattern, it’s time to consider Solomon’s words, and rather than continue down the path of speaking before we think, learn the gift of bridling our tongues, and weigh every word that pours from our lips, ensuring that they are spoken with grace and seasoned with salt.

That should be the aim, always, and without fail. Some try to season their words with honey, likely because they have an ulterior motive for doing so; others with vinegar, because they have heart issues that compel them to be bitter, but the aim should always be salt. Speak the truth, but speak it in love. Even when the need arises that we must speak rebuke or correction, it must be with grace.

Modern convenience being what it is, we’ve forgotten the value of salt, something those who came before us were keenly aware of. In the days before electricity, refrigeration, and the ever-present Piggly Wiggly, salt was valuable enough that it could be used as money, a value of exchange, and something highly prized.

A few weeks back, I was at the grocery store picking up some things for the house, and while walking the aisles, my wife texted that we needed salt. Trying to be a bit cheeky, as is my inclination, I texted back: “What kind of salt? There’s pink, black, coarse, flaky, kosher, sea salt, Himalayan, smoked, seasoned, and pickling; you need to be more specific.”

Evidently, she wasn’t in the mood for my elevated sense of humor because all she texted back was, just salt!

Thankfully, there was a generic box on the shelf that just said SALT, and since I aim to please, I bought it. It didn’t hurt that it was also the cheapest salt product in the store.

Although I pleaded ignorance in jest, knowing full well what type of salt my wife wanted, there are those who plead ignorance in earnest regarding what it is to speak our words with grace and seasoned with salt, not because they don’t know what this means, but because they prefer to speak hastily.

You can tell the difference in the exchange between Bildad and Job. While Bildad was focused on accusing Job of wickedness, Job was focused on compelling Bildad to some much-needed self-reflection, not attacking him personally but pleading with him to look inward and determine where he was in his walk with God.

Perhaps the most poignant question of the six that Job asked Bildad was the last, because it goes beyond the words that were spoken to something deeper: Whose spirit came from you?

Whenever we open our mouths to speak, before we utter a word, it would be wise indeed to determine whose spirit is animating us and insisting that we speak the words that are on the tip of our tongue. It can only be one of two sources: God’s spirit or the spirit of the god of this age. Only one of the two is proper, seasoned with salt, and should be verbalized. It is our duty as sons and daughters of God to hold every thought captive, to bridle our tongue, and to speak only the things He would have us speak with His spirit as the source. My feelings don’t count, my powers of deduction are irrelevant, and precedent is inconsequential.

Is what I am saying coming from God, or my flesh? Is what I am speaking in harmony with God’s Word or with the musings and machinations of the spirit of the god of this age? Is the prism through which I filter my thoughts before they get past my lips godliness, grace, wisdom, temperance, and Christ's likeness, or does the filter short-circuit altogether if we get overheated or our pride is bruised?     

With love in Christ,

Michael Boldea, Jr.