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Reader's responses to The Big Question.

 

The Question:  “You get mad. You’re frustrated or upset and you say something. Do you curse? Use slang? Just hit something? What pops out of your Holy Ghost-filled mouth in those moments?

 

The Answer:  “I usually use some type of slang, which oftentimes are dumb words that I've made up myself. A lot of times I just say, ‘I'm going to curse’ instead of saying in word in particular.”

The Answer:  “I always say, ‘Shoot’ and ‘Jeeesus.’ But then I feel really bad.”

The Answer:  “What a telling question. If I've been praying recently, it's something like ‘Oh, for heaven's sake!’ But if I haven't, out comes the ‘D’ word or something on that level. Pitiful, but true. I always remember the story about my former pastor, who, when he was working some type of remodeling with someone else, was confronted with a wall-full of mistakes the other fellow had made. He just looked at it, and went (probably very tersely), ‘Bless it! Praise the Lord! Thank you, Jesus!’…and so on!”

The Answer:  “The thing that really gets me mad is when I hear about terrorist activities against our troops and innocent Iraqi civilians. Though I refrain from cussing, I do refer to them as ‘bastards.’  It is a biblical word, so I feel okay saying that. Trust me, there are more adequate words for those individuals, but as a Holy Ghost-filled lady, I show restraint in my description of them. Also, if I smash my finger or bang my toe on a door jam in the middle of the night, I have been known to use the word ‘shoot!’”

The Answer:  “A year or so ago, I was on my way to make a bank deposit and an 18-wheeler coming from a distribution center near the intersection where I was making my turn ran the red light and missed me by less than a hair. Out of nowhere, a four-letter word popped out of my mouth. I think I was as shocked by that as I was the near miss. If I am to believe that from the ‘abundance of the heart, the mouth speaketh,’ what was in my heart showed total bankruptcy. It really gave me something to pray about!”

The Answer:  “I do the funky chicken while singing Mary Had a Little Lamb.”

The Answer:  “Agh!”

The Answer:  “I usually use slang when I get real mad.”

The Answer:  “I think at some point or another we’re not so good that we can’t do something bad. Not that I think that it is right at all, but being a human we will react in a wrong way at one time or another in our lives.”

The Answer:  “I must confess that a curse word or two has slipped out of my mouth at certain times, but normally I use slang.”

The Answer:  “I usually say, ‘Oh Buddha’ or ‘Oh Mohammed.’  Not really, but I've sure thought about it.”

The Answer:  “Usually, nothing at all. Occasionally, I might utter, ‘Urgh.’”

The Answer:  “I have actually conditioned myself to control what comes out of my mouth to the point where I almost can’t express myself verbally when I’m truly upset. It’s not all my self-control. I know the Holy Ghost helps me, because the thoughts I have that I can't seem to find words are usually so heinous, there might not be any words that would fit!”

The Answer:  “Shoot! Oh, My Word! For cryin' out loud! And sometimes, if it's really bad . . . I pray.”

The Answer:  “I remember I slammed my thumb in my friend's car once and bled all over my Sunday night dress. I danced all over his driveway, letting out a strangled ‘Hallelujah!’ every time it throbbed. That's the only time I've ever wanted to cuss.”

The Answer:  “If it's road rage, ‘Stupid Jerk’ and an outraged look works for me. Then I rail at their lack of manners on the road. I like yelling in my car because I can let off steam and they can't hear me. If it's something more personal, say a fight with a family member, I just try to get away before I say something I have to apologize for later. Occasionally, I don't get away in time and say something I regret or end up slamming a door. I have hit the stove in a frustrated rage before, too. It's pretty hard to make me mad, but of course my family knows which buttons to push. I don't curse, and I rarely use slang when I'm mad, frustrated or upset. I usually just grit my teeth and take really deep breaths.”

The Answer:  “I don't understand why using slang is in that list. When did that become a sin? Plus who uses slang when they are mad or frustrated? It's just colloquial language, used in everyday conversation, particularly if you are young and if you come from certain regions. It's kinda spoiled the whole question for me.”

The Answer:  “As the Bible instructs us to be ‘slow to wrath,’ it usually does take a lot to provoke me to anger. I'm sure all of our prayer would be to successfully say that we become ‘angry, but sin not.’ Usually I raise my voice. Cursing isn't part of my vernacular, so that isn't an open door Satan uses. Praise God for His mercy and grace to ‘forgive sin and cleanse us from all unrighteousness.’”

The Answer:  “Wow, that’s a good question!”

The Answer:  “Oh, Man!”

The Answer:  “Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks. There is a reason the tongue was called the most unruly member.”

The Answer:  “When I’m mad? I cry.”

The Answer:  “Cursing is certainly not Christlike, so my frustration usually results in a clenched jaw and grinding of the teeth.”

The Answer:  “A string of holy euphemisms seems to work just fine for me. But sometimes I think those four-letter words— since I used to say them B.C. I practice when I'm at home saying the right words so the bad ones don't slip out when other folks are around.”

The Answer:  “I get amazed at so many of the words I hear Christians use. Some say ‘freakin’ or ‘fudge’… but would condemn those ‘sinners’ who actually utter the word. Use His name in vain no way, but we hear ‘Jeez, G-wiz, Gosh, and Dang’ around most any youth group you'd visit (sorry, it's just kids). Now me, I rarely utter a foul word, but what seems to run thru my mind in a moment of frustration is our old favorite, ‘Son of....’”

The Answer:  “No, I don’t curse or yell or use slang or hit or throw. I say, ‘Help me, Jesus.’ I hardly ever get mad. I guess that is the proof of the peace Jesus can give.”

The Answer:  “Phooey!”

 

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