The F Word
Posted by MatthewJul 26
Three people said it today
before I realized
they were people
who shouldn’t have said it.
It wasn’t who they were.
They are fellow believers
but they are not what they said.
The F word.
“Fine.”
“How are you?”
“I’m fine.”
No you aren’t.
Your world is upside down right now.
Your wife just left you.
You’re drinking again.
You haven’t found another job.
None of you are fine.
And neither am I. It took three lying Christians before I realized I was oblivious to obvious pain right in front of me. Blind.
Something must give in this equation.
The math is insane.
It adds up to nothing.
It’s way past time for the New Math.
And it starts now.
I do not ever want to hear the f-word come from your mouth again.
If you say it, I will hurt you… until you own up to your pain.
If I do let you slide an f-bomb past me, you have permission to come hurt me.
I shouldn’t have done that.
You deserve better.
One comment
Comment by Annee on August 6, 2009 at 3:18 pm
I have been thinking a lot about this post. The problem I see is the Church at large doesn’t want to hear anything but the f-word. People don’t know how to handle the truth and being real and vulnerable tends to leave you po’ed, with a bunch of vacant stares. Here is a prime example, a sister of mine recently found out that her husband of 14 years has had a porn addiction through out their whole marriage. So we are at a ladies breakfast and someone asks how her morning was. She says something like not so good or hard (everyone at the table knows of her marital issues). She resisted the urge to use the f-bond. The table gets silent, no one says anything, someone brings up homeschooling because it is a safe topic. I wanted to scream. I wanted to shake a few people but I too was silent. My pride, kept me silent (long story). So really I like the f-bomb. It’s keeps us from hurting even more sometimes. People cant handle our problems or maybe they are not “safe” to share with or maybe we know if we say more then fine the flood gates will open and we will be crying on the shoulder of our kids PE instructor (true story).