My secret to wisdom is this: “Think of something really stupid to say and then don’t say it.”
There may be more to wisdom, but given a mouth like mine, this is a good place to start, to avoid eroding, tactless, or flippant words, like that boorish hen from Chicken Run:
A chicken locked up in a concentration camp, escapes and drags herself, half-beaten, back into the coop. A former coop-mate sees her come in and chirps in a perky British voice,
“Oooh…on a ‘oliday were we?”
I don’t want to be that jerk chicken.
Mother Theresa said,
“Words that do not give the Light of Christ increase the darkness.”
It’s not enough to just shut my mouth. I want to develop the ability to say apt words; fitting words, which is only possible thru the Holy Spirit on continuous mind feed, so I pray Psalm 141:3:
“Set a guard, oh Lord, over my mouth; keep watch over the door of my lips. Use duct tape if necessary.” (I added that last bit).
One doesn’t have to delve deep into media to see there’s plenty of darkness to go around. To shine His Light through my words— that’s the goal. I want to speak “the word that sustains the weary.” (Isaiah 50:4)
Death and life are in the power of the tongue.
She opens her mouth with wisdom, and the teaching of kindness is on her tongue.
The wise women builds her house, but the foolish tears hers down with her own hands. Pro. 14:1
(Equally likely with her own mouth-L.C.)