A Talk About Temper

Ou are a Christian. You have confessed Christ before the world. You say Christ is the dearest Friend you have. You say he is the noblest in his character, the fairest in his beauty, the sweetest in his spirit, the gentlest in his disposition, the richest in his beauty, of all things in the universe. But the people about you, the world’s people, those who do not know him, have no thought of his beauty. They have not seen him as you have. And you want them to see him as he appears to you, for you want them to love him and trust him and follow him. Now have you thought that about the only way you can show others the beauty of your friend Jesus Christ is in your own life? When astronomers want to let you look at some wonderful star through a great telescope, they have you put your eye to an aperture where you see

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the star in a mirror, brought down close to you. People cannot see Jesus, up in his glory; but you are a little mirror in which his beauty is reflected. He shines in your heart, and then your neighbors look at you and see his image in you, as the astronomer sees the image of the star in his reflecting glass.

Surely bad-tempered Christians do not think how repulsive their bad temper appears in the eyes of others, or they would spare no pains to cure themselves of the fault which so mars their character. Cannot some one invent a looking-glass in which men and women can look at their souls, so as to learn what beings they make of themselves when they allow their old evil nature to show itself in fits of anger, irritability, quarrelsomeness, sulkiness and other moods of unamiability?

Surely if we love Christ truly we will not allow ourselves to continue to do him dishonor in life so unworthy of his dear name. We ought to dread giving any false representation of our Lord, and to strive in all our life [ 250]

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to show his gentle love. Whatever we may do for Christ, in gifts to his cause or work in his service, if we fail to live out his life of sweet patience and forbearance, we fail in an essential part of our duty as Christians.

Now we come to the most important matter. How can we cure our bad tempers? Or can they be cured at all? Bad temper is not to be regarded as a mere unfortunate infirmity, over which we may weep bitter tears of sorrow, but which we cannot help. It must be regarded in its true light, as a grievous sin, part of the old bad nature, which is not to be condoned nor allowed to stay in the new life, but which must be cast out. It is just as essential in a Christian life that one become amiable and sweet-tempered, as that one become truthful, honest, pure, just. If a man who has been in the habit of lying, is converted and becomes a Christian, you expect him to put away lying and speak truth. If he has been dishonest, you expect him to become honest. So if he has been bad-tempered he ought to be expected to become [251]

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good-tempered. Here is what St. Paul says about it: “Put ye also away all these: anger, wrath, malice, railing, shameful speaking out of your mouth.... Put on... as God’s elect, holy and beloved, a heart of compassion, kindness, lowliness, meekness, long-suffering; forbearing one another, and forgiving one another, if any man have a complaint against any; even as the Lord forgave you, so also do ye.” Bad temper is just as unchristian as lying or stealing and we are to strive just as earnestly to get rid of it. No doubt the lesson of good temper is a hard one to learn, one that cannot be learned in a day; nevertheless it is one that we must set ourselves to learn at whatever cost, if we would be worthy disciples of our Lord, worthy children of our Father. It is a lesson, too, that can be learned. Mr. Ruskin says: “Many mighty harmonies have been discoursed by instruments that have been dumb or discordant, but that God knew their stops.” This is very true. There are many human lives that are like instruments with [252]

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jangled strings and most discordant keys. None but God could ever have made any music at all on them. But he has taken them in hand, has repaired the broken strings and put the keys in tune, and then sweet music has breathed from them.

There are some who say, “I never can live a truly sweet and gentle life. My temper is quick and my tongue is sharp, and I cannot control either my temper or my tongue. I want to be always kindly and loving — but I cannot.” True, so far as you yourself are concerned, but God can take the poor jangled chords and put them all in tune. You remember that sweet word in the Psalm — “He restoreth my soul.” You know what “restore” means; it is taking the broken instrument, all out of tune, giving out only harsh discords when any fingers touch the keys, and putting it in perfect repair, so that it yields the sweet music it was first made to yield. “He restoreth my soul.” That is, the worst tempered people may be made gentle and loving in all speech, act and disposi- [ 253]

<Cfnnga tijat Cnburetion, by the renewing and transforming power of divine grace. God can take the jangled keys and put them in tune, if we will but put them into his hand.

But we have something to do ourselves in this work. God does not take out the old nature and put in a new one, as a watchmaker might replace the worn-out works in your watch with new works. He works in us and through us. He shows us the pattern that he wants us to reach. Then he puts into our hearts the desire to be like the pattern. Then as we strive to become like it, he helps us. But we must strive ourselves to be sweet-tempered. We must watch the rising anger and choke it back. We must keep down the ugly dispositions. We must learn to control ourselves, our tempers, our feelings, our passions, our tongues. We must seek to develop the gentle things and crowd out the nettles.

You have a little garden spot beside your

house. The natural growths for that patch

of soil in the spring days are weeds. Just

let it alone and it will soon be filled with rank

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noxious weeds. But unless you are a very indolent gardener you will not let it alone. You will dig out the weeds and by the summer days you will have your little garden filled with lovely flowers. Your heart is a patch of garden-soil. Naturally there grow in it weeds, nettles, briers, thorns. But do you intend to let it yield nothing better than these noxious growths? I hope not. It is your business to cultivate that bit of garden, to dig out the weeds and nettles and briers, and to have sweet flowers blooming there. Do not blame your religion for your ugly tempers; your religion will do its part if you will do yours. But religion is not intended to save us from effort, from striving, from struggle. Religion binds us to God and insures us God’s help; but we must help too. We must fight against the ugly tempers; we must put on the beautiful gentleness, patience, meekness, and kindness of Christ’s own life. We must very earnestly try to be Christlike.

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in others that vex and try us so will seem very small when we stand by the coffins of our friends. Surely, too, the memory of our surly tempers and our irritable feelings and our sharp words will give us added pain when all we have left of our dear ones shall be their cold clay or their new-made graves. Let us be earnest, friends, in our effort to put off our bad tempers and be like our Master.

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