Maybe you’ve noticed: this world is getting to be one big freak show: Reality TV, in real time. Ever since Eden, there’s been misconception and deception, hypocrisy and hatred, foolishness and foul play.
When there are many words, transgression is unavoidable, But he who restrains his lips is wise.
It’s like we’re living in Neverland: some are like Peter Pan, never wanting to grow up; others are Tinkerbell, living in their private reality of assumptions; and there are the Captain Hooks: evil pirates, a bad combination of mean and stupid. Then, for extra fun, there are those occasional pieces of work that are a combination of all of them.
A fool’s lips bring strife, And his mouth calls for blows.
Without making this a Lit class, it certainly occurs to me that Peter Pan is an allegory: Peter’s fun but foolish, Tink’s cute but cantankerous, and Hook is retarded but relentless. Welcome to the freak show!
A fool’s mouth is his ruin, And his lips are the snare of his soul.
This is why Jesus had to die: our sins proliferate. This includes deeds, thoughts, or the lack thereof. There are no exceptions: we all need the Savior; without Him every one of us would be a sunken ship. His Spirit came to help sort out the freak show, which currently hangs by a thread of God’s gifts: His Son’s blood to atone, the Word to convict, grace to reason, and the capacity to forgive.
In the mouth of a fool is a rod of pride, But the lips of the wise will preserve them.
Those with the Spirit of God are no longer Captain Hook: though none is without sin, we don’t ambush. We’re not Tinkerbell: we control ourselves and abide in reality. And we’re not Peter Pan: as we share the world with lost boys (and girls), our folly is being purged; we are growing up.
Maybe the best is Wendy: a semblance of maturity and nurturing—amidst the freak show. Isn’t that what we know about God’s character?
I will betroth you to Me forever; Yes, I will betroth you to Me in righteousness and in justice, In lovingkindness and in compassion
The show must go on.