Jesus & Cursing

By: Teresa B. Duffy

Here’s what we teach about Jesus and cursing in our home: Jesus’ greatest love is for us. He wants so badly for everyone to be deeply in love with Him. The reciprocity within this is infinite. Once we surrender to loving God, then we get to love others the same way God love us. Stop: can you just image what our world would be like if we actually believed in such a pure and progressive love? We’d actually all get along, and that would be fucking amazing!

Which is my point about Jesus and cursing. In our home we don’t let words play a degrading role. Fuck, shit or asshole will never be connected to the value of a person, place or thing. Sometimes, when emphasis is required, we’ll use them as giant exclamation points. As a mom to a toddler I don’t use said verbal exclamation points around him because words should be spoken with knowledge of their meaning. I’m not about to explain to my child what the word fuck means. And for now, shit is replaced with poop (often).

I like language, but I value behavior more. The ability we have to communicate verbally, non-verbally and through different medias or mediums is seriously the shit. It’s because of language that I love Jesus. It’s because of written words that I get to experience God’s unconditional love. And it’s because of other people’s behavior; who love God with all their heart, mind and soul that I am able to experience God’s goodness in such a messed up world. It’s within this gap where behavior ranks higher than words.

I feel like if we just let go of some hangups people have around words and perceptions, and place more value on behavior we’d be a bit more progressive in our time here on earth. I find myself asking: is this word more or less important than how I treat my husband, my child, my sister, mother, father and my neighbor?  The answer makes a big difference for someone or something.

Everyday I’m asking God to help me fall more into a relationship with Him. It’s life-giving and gives me deep purpose. Also, getting to know God enables me to stay excited about this messy life. Mainly because His story is drenched with totally awkward situations that seem to workout in the end, which is weird because more than half of the people God chose as game-changers were the definition of imperfect and under qualified by “normal” standards. It makes me wonder if and when they said fuck this shit as they were trying to do big things for the glory of God?

Anyway, we are all here trying to figure out our mess while trying to be loved and give love. At the core of it all, “Love the Lord God with all your heart, with all your soul with all your strength and with all your mind; and love your neighbor as yourself,” that’s what it says in a book titled Luke in a chapter numbered 10 in a verse numbered 27 in a book called the Bible. I’m always asking God to help me love him more, so I can be more true to the second part. If I drop the F-bomb along the way in exclamation or acknowledgment toward the rawness of life, that’s okay.

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