Seriously. I heard these words recently. Said.To.My.Face.
And I am not proud to admit, it was because I dropped the F-bomb in conversation while talking about a certain line from a Hank Williams Jr. song where the audience yells back at the singer during the refrain. I have actively worked at getting myself to stop cussing. It has been a truly hard habit to break. I believe I set the example for my girls and my boy, and I don’t want them walking around cursing and cussing and sounding like pint-sized truckers.
I also truly believe that when we actively cuss or curse…we ARE cursing that very thing which we are talking to. I have cussed at my parents (behind their backs), my friends, my husband, my children…my job. I used to cuss ALL.THE.TIME. Is it any wonder why bad things happen??? Especially when our words over those very things are an act of cursing?
Curse: as per Google.com Search results
|A solemn utterance to invoke a supernatural power to inflict harm or punishment on someone or something.
|Invoke or use a curse against: “the family had been cursed”.
||imprecation – oath – malediction – cuss – anathema
||swear – imprecate – execrate – anathematize
So then the person who overheard me say this word looked at me, a kind of sly smile in their eyes…”I thought you were a religious type and didn’t say stuff like that.”
Whoa, whoa, WHOA! Back THAT truck up. Whoever said I was a religious type? Just because I believe in the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit? Because I will pray over you…no matter when or where? Because I love God? Because I regularly attend church…now that makes me a religious type? (Gentle reader, how can I pray for you today?) Because I want my children to grow up knowing that their heavenly father (and earthly one too) loves them beyond measure?
I am not quite sure how I managed to give out the impression that I am “religious” but I thought it was funny…and aggravating. But really? I asked myself why I had such an issue with this label.
And I suppose it’s because their version of “religious” and my version of “religious” are two completely separate things.
First off: I don’t even like the term religious because to me it denotes something bad. It’s a preconceived notion that you are better than everyone, that your poop don’t stink…and that you have
the right, the authority to judge everyone and everything. Religious to me means hypocrite.
Second: It means goody two shoes. Which I am not and have never claimed to be. (Crap! Now I have that song by Adam Ant stuck in my head…)
Third: It just frustrates me. I mean, my love of God and Christ personifies me as this untouchable…non human? Sigh, gentle read, sigh.
While talking about this with my husband he dropped a little word of knowledge; he recently read an article from blogger Peter Kirsanow from the National Review Online. Kirsanow writes that a slide from a U.S. Army Reserve Equal Opportunity training states that all religious types are extremists, including Catholics and Evangelicals. Here’s what Kirsanow posted:
The Archdiocese for the Military Services notes with concern that a U.S. Army Reserve Equal Opportunity training brief lists Catholicism and Evangelical Christianity as examples of “religious extremism” alongside such violent groups as al-Qaeda, Hamas, and the KKK (no word on whether the Department of Homeland Security concurs).
The Army states that the training was an isolated incident. No explanation as to how this allegedly isolated incident could have occurred in the first place.
Wow. Beyond words. Just.Wow.
If we are handing out labels…
I think the better term would be “churched”. I don’t know if that is a term already, and if so, then I am stealing it from someone and giving it another meaning altogether. (Churched does has a meaning.)
Churched: noun…A person whose faith is grounded in Our Lord Jesus Christ. Who believes that there is only 1 True God who made the universe. Who studies the Bible and believes it to be the Word of God. Who attends church, any denomination. Tithes faithfully. Gives selflessly. Prays over you anytime and anywhere. Ah, gentle reader, the list could go on and on. I am sure if I gave it even more thought, I could make it into a verb, adjective and adverb.
So, I think the next time someone calls me “religious” I am going to tell them to call me what I really am…at least according to my government… an extremist. Or maybe I should ask them to define religious. Or maybe…I should tell them “Yes, yes I am.” I am sure that will go over like a fart in church.
Blessings be on you gentle, reader.
Love, the extremist!