The first time I saw this sketch by comedian Brad Stine, in the midst of my laughter, I had to agree. Christians should have their own curse words.
Why don’t Christians have their own curse words? Do we not get hurt, too?
This morning I was in the throws of fighting the War of the Weeds and the Roses.
Roses are the stinging sea anemone of the garden. Weeds know that if they hide in a rose bush they have a better chance that the gardner may leave them alone. (Seriously, weeds think through this stuff.)
I had a world-class army of weeds hidden in my roses, but I didn’t leave them alone. This was a war I was determined to win.
As I reached my hands through the maze of rose thorns, some so big you could hang a hat on them and others so numerous they make a shark look toothless, I thought how handy it would be if I had acceptable curse words, because “FIDDLE STICKS!” just wasn’t getting the job done.
One of my best friends invented the curse word: crudamatic. That’s still one of my favorites, but it’s still no match for a clash with a rose bush.
What about you? Do you have any favorite Christian curse words? Leave me a comment below. I’d love to hear from you.
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