Leadership Blog: Out of Ur: Expletive Undeleted: Dropping the F-bomb in Church
I have been a Christian since the time I was 4 years old. As much as a four year old can ever be a Christian… I say that because I believed in Jesus because my parents told me to- I never really had a choice in the matter. You’re fooling yourself if you think this isn’t a common malady in Christianity today. My father was an abusive and distant man, my mother was the adopted child of two alcoholics… and something was bound to give. As much as we prestented the perfect little faith-based home to those around us… we were in shambles, I was in shambles and nothing but the fear of my father kept me in line until I graduated high-school. At which point, all hell broke loose… literally. I was tired of living the lie. I was tired of pretending to be the righteous little Christian girl when everything inside of me was SCREAMING to say something… ANYTHING about how alone, frustrated, scared and condemmed I felt. I wanted to be heard, to be validated, to be loved for everything I was and everything I felt… regardless of how ugly it was. Oh, but REAL Christians aren’t ugly, are they? All my life I had been told to act like everything was fine… we would go to church and I was convinced that everyone would have been horrifed if they knew how messed up we really were.
Anyone else ever feel that way?
This is a powerful testimony that comes in the middle of a crazy conversation. You really need to go to the link above and read the article about a church service that included the F-word, and I wish I would have been there. It is worth checking out just for the comments made.
Being someone in ministry who doesn’t always do things the tradition way there is nothing that I find funnier than people telling me that I need to get right with God or get out of the ministry. I love people who see the world in black and white. I love people who have an idea of what is right and wrong and they will fight for that idea no matter who it hurts.
As for using bad language. We have had a million discusion on here about just that, (I am thinking about saying that God sucks again just so that I can get people making comments again.) but I think the discussion on this article do a good job of presenting both sides of the issue.
If you do go read the article be sure to read all the way down to the poet’s comments. Her heart for the man of God who helped her see how much God loved her (warts and all) is absolutely amazing.