It is Easter weekend. And, as you know, I’m a Christian. Which is why I want to talk today about using bad words. I love profanity, when used in the right context.
Random, right? No. Not really. Let me explain why.
I follow a ton of fellow bloggers, and a good percentage of them are good, Christian people. And Easter is a very important holiday for us. Growing up in church, going to a Christian school, and being raised by a woman hell-bent on going to heaven, I have heard every single variation of the Easter story known to mankind. The only sermon I’ve ever heard my brother preach was the Easter sermon. Yes. I know the story, and I am not disregarding what Jesus did for me on the cross. But I’m not reading too many thoughts about Easter this weekend. In fact, I’m scouring for posts with profanity in them.
I can not stand religious…(not spiritual, mind you)…tradition. I have been an unwilling recipient of religious hypocrisy more than once. I’ve been used and abused by those who would call themselves Christian leaders in the light of the sun, but at night, were nothing more than users, twisting God and His Word into something ugly and warped. Making money and building up their own arrogance by hurting God’s people.
Early on in my life, though, I found that the simplest way to weed out the hypocrites was by using a bad word. It isn’t that real Christians don’t get offended by foul language. Most do. It is because religious people immediately decide you’re a heathen and will ruin their own reputation if they are seen with you. And since I am not interested in the overtly religious Pharasee-like Christian.. (or Mormon, or Muslim, or anything else resembling religion), this works for me.
The real Christians, I find, are more likely to skip over that little shortcoming of mine, refusing to judge my eternal soul based on my inability to control every word coming out of my mouth. And so, I use it as a gauge, if you will.
I imagine Jesus will eventually put His foot down about my sailor-like mouth, but at the moment, know this. As I have yet to achieve Jesus-like perfection, especially in the area of my big, fat mouth, I am not likely to have a problem with what you struggle with.
So, I hope you have a Happy Easter, find eggs, and candy, and all that fun shit…