Cursing at Church: How It Led an Epiphany

I cursed in front of my pastor and I don’t regret it.

The church I’ve been going lately to is very formal. Everyone looks straight out of a magazine. They dress perfectly, act perfectly, and breathe perfectly.

And somehow, I found myself there, fumbling around with my semi-formal clothes, frizzy hair, and always with a coffee cup in hand.

But I go because I love God. I don’t care about the details. I just love God.

Anyways, this particular sermon was a powerful one. The pastor shared that “God has feelings” and my mind was blown.

I’d always thought of God as an esoteric white mist in the sky descending fury or blessings upon me… never as an entity with sensitivity.

After the sermon, I complimented the pastor on his grand small of a sermon. He responded, “Of course God has feelings. That’s why he came in the flesh, so we could see His humanity”.

To which I promptly responded…

“Oh DAMNNN”

I immediately locked up like a snake recoiled. The woman behind me froze too.

If I don’t breathe or move will time reverse to before I just said that? I thought to myself.