Sheesh kebab! That’s my 12-year-old girl’s culinary alternative to SH*T!
She told me of friends in school using the F word, f this, f that, f the teacher. Life is certainly fast forwarding in today’s world. 9, 10 years old going around cussing like drunken sailors.
I remember I only turned into a sailor (The cussing bit) perhaps in my later teenage years.
This goes on for a lonnnng time, and the colourful words become somewhat of a punctuation mark. The favourite being the f-word. F to say I’m angry. F to say I’m happy. F to say that it’s so funny.
As with the other areas of my life when I became a Christian 2 years ago, more & more, I just find that I am more uncomfortable of swearing AND hearing swear words. It just doesn’t feel right anymore. So I struggle big time as I DO still swear, in my head. *Cringe*.
Yes. Indeed the bible says do not swear. Here’s 17 bible verses about swear words. But for me, it’s not so much about merely following the rule per se, but somehow the Holy Spirit must have convicted me. It just doesn’t feel right. Cue: struggle!
Maybe some old friends who knew the old me would roll their eyes at me. F**king right, now she is a Christian, she goes all holy-holy.
This is an on-going challenge, to let them know hey, I’m still me… but I’m no longer ‘that’ me.
2 Corinthians 5:17 ESV
Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation. The old has passed away; behold, the new has come.
Back to the swearing in my head. I wonder why do I do that? Habit? Reaction? Pride? Is it as bad as swearing it out loud?
Romans 7:18 ESV
For I know that nothing good dwells in me, that is, in my flesh. For I have the desire to do what is right, but not the ability to carry it out.
As a work-in-progress, I now replace offensive (to me personally) words with alternatives.
But, I always wonder if replacing swear words with fish, fish balls, you fish-in-the-tank is still essentially the same, cussing.
My understanding? It is.
The intent stays the same, just the words replaced…
Adding this to my prayers.
Heavenly Father, I don’t know what is the root cause of my swearing. I don’t like it, and I know you don’t.
I don’t even want to replace them with alternative words. I just want them to leave me. Leave my head, leave my heart.
Please help me to understand what is causing this.
If I can’t find the cause, nevertheless, convict me, Papa, to stop cussing in any form.
Love you, Papa.
In Your name, I pray, Amen!