From childhood I was taught that ‘cussing’ was wrong, but ‘cussing’ that included references to the divine–unless, of course, I could manage to roll it into a prayer–put one in danger of the fires of hell or a bar of soap in the mouth. Frankly, I slide a bit farther away from conversations where God’s name is peppering anecdotes lest a bolt of lightening strike. Still as I contemplated the morning scripture my mind took another path.
Perhaps it was the translation. Perhaps it represents a deeper issue in my life. Perhaps it is nonsense, but writing is how I work through what makes sense and what doesn’t. I could honestly say that I have rarely used God’s name as an expletive. Yea! Me! REALLY?
Consider with me for a moment what ‘misuse’ of God’s name might entail. I am a Christian. Therefore, I bear the name of Christ. How I live, how I act, how I think–the whole of me visible and invisible represents Christ’s name. In an honest examination of my life, I find I fail. In doing so I misuse the name of the Lord my God. It is a daily struggle, a daily examination, and I suspect it will be as long as I am on this earth, but GOD is bigger than all my SIN. One misuse of God’s name in my life is when I question his forgiveness of my sin. Just Saying.