I’ve had a couple of conversations concerning God and church with a co-worker of mine recently. We haul heavy windows to construction sites together.
The first conversation happened after I dropped a serious turrets-style “F-Bomb” on the job. 2 weeks ago we were carrying a huge window together. I was walking backwards and we had to stop suddenly which made the window jam into and scrape up my shin, my response of which was a resounding F$#K!!!!! He went into hysterics and continues to talk about the day “reverend Ryan” dropped the f-bomb.
The same thing happened again today when I pinched my toe in the hydraulic gate of the truck only today it hurt worse and consequently it was louder and I said it multiple times.
On the way back from the job we talked about how much cussing really mattered to God and what really does matter to God and if I’d be paying penance this evening and why he refused to go to church, and how the way I talked about God was different from what he was used to, different from the Mormon and Christian fundamentalist he grew up around.
It’s amazing the variety of ways good spiritual conversations can ensue when we do real life in the real world. I’m not condoning my potty mouth today. I’m only trying to say maybe people need to observe Jesus’ followers being a little less stereotypical Ned Flanders and little more ordinary Homer sometimes.
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