“As he loved cursing, so let it come unto him: as he delighted not in blessing, so let it be far from him.” Psalm 109:17
When I find the word “adult” combined with “language”, my first reaction is to bail. Hit the off button, dump the book, change the channel. “Adult”. Is it? Really?
They called it “cussin'” when I was growing up in the Ozarks. My Christian parents didn’t indulge in it. Some extended family members who weren’t Christians did–but the men tried not to do it in front of the women or kids, at least the girl kids. I never heard the women do it. Kids who tried it were reprimanded and sometimes got their mouths washed out with soap. (Yes. It was a long time ago.) But maybe that’s why it got to be called “adult language”.
Now it’s everywhere. Very little fiction written these days is free of it. It’s hard to watch tv for an evening without hearing more profanity than I heard in half a year as a kid, and obscenities that I NEVER heard. It’s… well, it’s childish. Like irresponsible kids who give no thought to what they say, or kids pushing and pushing to see just how far their parents will let them go.
Some of it’s a tad hypocritcal, too. Why would people who deny any belief in the God of the Bible constantly be commanding Him to relegate this person or that thing to hell (which they also don’t believe in)? And the people who say, with every other breath, the words “Oh, my God”. Who is their God? Why do they call on him? Do they even know what they’re saying?
“Everybody does it.” No. Everybody does not do it, but obviously in this country, we who don’t are in the minority.
“Freedom of speech?” Right. People so inclined are free to use all the profane and obscene terms they know in everyday conversation, in any situation, but there are places where I’m not allowed to use God’s name in a reverent way or address Him in prayer. People might get offended.
Now I’ve probably offended somebody. That’s not my intention. I only wish everybody who chooses to use profanity and obscene language would think about what they’re saying and why.
So, I challenge you: Why not choose other words to express your anger or your disgust or your surprise? Why not be different? Start your own rebellion. Start your own trend. Start a “clean up the language” campaign. You might be surprised what happens–and the world, at least around you, will be a much kinder and brighter place.