When my kids were growing up, there was a boy their age that lived down the street. They played together as children, and they grew a friendship that is still evident today. He was a head shorter than them throughout their school years, but he had a mouth on him and talked big like he had the power and size of a grown man. As they grew into teenagers and young adults, my youngest son was the one who would hang out with him and run the streets. My son is no angel and can get himself into trouble without any help, but on more than one occasion, he had to defend his friend whose mouth would incite the violence and revenge from someone who couldn’t resist the temptation to smack him down over his loose lips. He’s a grown man, and now his size matches his mouth, but I think he has learned to control it better; at least, it seemed that way the last time I saw him.
Even though our tongue is small in size, it can set fire to our life like a small fire sets a whole forest ablaze. Don’t praise God one minute and curse a human the next. Bridle your tongue; ask the Holy Spirit for help.
And the tongue is a fire, a world of unrighteousness. The tongue is set among our members, staining the whole body, setting on fire the entire course of life, and set on fire by hell. James 3:6