#*@&*$*!
The "F bomb."
This is one reason I go to the gym. Because at the gym, I get to hear the "F bomb."
I often joke that when I announced that I was going to be a pastor, a miracle occured. All of my friends and family immediately stopped swearing! It's a miracle! (or could it be that people get this goofy notion that I have some power to send them to hell for swearing...?)
And I spend so much time with Christians, which is part of my job, of course. But I never get to hear the "F bomb."
Not that I want to hear it, per se. But I know it is out there. And my life devoid of the "F bomb" lulls me into thinking that we live in a world full of Christians.
Ah, but at the gym, I am reminded "au contraire." For at the gym, people don't seem to know or care that I am a pastor. And so they drop the "F bomb" on me. For me, a powerful reminder of why Jesus got Himself into these kind of situations....