Saturday, March 14, 2009

Consent of the King? Part 2

ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOP—next time won’t you sing with me?


Hmmm, innocent little song and innocent letters on there own. Yet I hear so often from some of my students, “Bus driver, so and so said the A-word, B-word, etc.”

Yuck, profane words for 8 of these alphabet letters from precious students who ride my bus.


The letter ‘F’ seems to be the most common—not only with students but also in books, movies, and even bleeped out on TV! I even find it occasionally while surfing online and most recently while going from one blog to another. I read a man’s warning to steer clear if you don’t like profanity because he doesn’t appreciate anyone preaching at him. And profanity is what he used to express his rage after his wife died after giving birth to their first and only child. I chose not to read past the disclaimer—yet I wonder how this man is doing. I suspect and even trust that others read and pray and share in his grief in some way.


I’ve heard it said that those who use profanity, use it mostly to exclaim in anger or surprise or awe—and they don’t have the ability or intelligence to come up with words that would express what they mean. Kind of an all weather word for some who like to shout, offend, and converse this way. Although for many years those same were able to refrain in a professional setting? Hmmm…kept mouth shut…or found other words to say?


So many movies and books recommended tend to have those dreaded words, yet in context? The most recent hearing was an audio book story about a rape victim/survivor…Lucky. Uh, how lucky can a rape victim be?

And honestly, although it was hard to hear her say the words at times, I understood her anger. Yet is there a way to express it other than profaneness?

Perhaps profanity breeds’ profanity, not perhaps, it does—unless, well forgiveness?


Jamila generally has been my profanity proof monitor.

While I appreciate her warnings—“mom you wouldn’t like this or that”.

I’d rather that she wasn’t exposed to it either.

Although, there was one movie that I recall that she recommended I see despite the dreaded profanity, since she knew I would appreciate the film making and storyline. And I did enjoy the movie Crash. And yes the profanity was offensive. Yet, in order to portray the real life experiences—As this is how life is lived in so many ways—The profanity was there in context?

Hmmm, yes, but not necessary…if well, unless…we learn a better way.


So, the most often occurrence for me

Is on the bus where there is cussing

Not only the students, but also some parents

And even bystanders and drivers by

Oh the profanity that fly’s and fly’s and fly’s

If not with words

It is those well-known gestures.


So while I am driving the bus, I can’t hear everything

Most often the cursers tend to sit near the back

What I do hear comes from any age student and most often reported and tattled

And while I don’t like that they cuss

I also don’t like that they leave a mess on the bus

As they eat and leave their trash

Yet it is not possible to prevent all the trash

And still drive the bus

So I’ve come up with a response

In order to keep some semblance of order and peace in my mind

I remind all of the rules and

Tell those who are telling me what others are doing:


“Let me catch them while I’m driving—you can tell me at a stop”

“I don’t like to clean up the mess or hear naughty words, BUT!

I’m much more concerned all are sitting and not hitting”

I pray and I say— “if I have to stop fast, I hope no one fly’s down the aisle

And ends up with their face on the floor or front window”.


There was a young man on my bus accused of saying the most common cuss.

And I even heard him say it. Yet he denied as most do—that what was reported was not a cuss word. As I listened to him and I knew what he’d said. Yet perhaps he truly didn’t know? Since it is an everyday occurrence?


It was that way for me at a time in my life. When my children were young and I was not following Christ. My mouth so profane, was truly a picture of the hatred and blame that my hard heart contained. Now I can see—in my defective character, I didn’t choose the best way to express—My pain–my failures—my insatiable need—In any other way—except for to bleed—4 letter words and their many derivatives repetitively from my mouth.


Wow, it’s no wonder these students who experience hardships in life

And hear these words so commonly in media and environment

Would so easily use it as they have

Not yet learning how to express well in some cases

Although it may be a call for attention as they shock others

And some know exactly what they are saying


Too many occurrences of profane language are appearing

And I have to discern and decide.

Discern and separate the profanity from the person

And decide how best to respond.

Whether it’s to ignore and move on.

Or stand and confront

Or speak truth and continue to love

Or report and let someone else deal with it


It must be all of these while I’m on the bus

I must address each report

And respond sharply with love

That it is not ok to use profanity on my bus

And they will be reported to the school

And their parents will be notified

I pray the parents take it seriously

Instead of ignoring

Since I cannot ignore it on the bus

Why should they be allowed to ignore the report?

Yet they do.


I know

Some are single

Some are in abuse

Some are angry

Some are addicted to worldly substances

And they need help

I know cause I’ve been one of these


Yet the church is too fat in more ways than one way

All the comfortable seats to accommodate largesse

Ah yes, it keeps coming back to that profanity for me

That I must honestly deal with and get support for my life

Then have the energy and ability to do something more with my life

Than feeding my face after driving the bus

Or sitting on the couch and watching TV to zone out

And while I know I alone can’t possibly be

Responsible for every wrong in the world

I am thankful to God for this bus-driving job

As it is reminding me of my responsibility to deal with me

And the grace, power and strength is available in prayer and in community in the body of Christ.

At least…it is supposed to be.


I know a fit and healthy body and mind

Would do wonders to glorify God!

I pray to be a catalyst to change my lifestyle

Where profanity is uncommon

And love, grace, and strength is abounding.

Amen.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Consent of the King? Part 1

Will you go away if I offend or ignore?
Do I leave when I’m offended or ignored?
Does THE King consent to profanity? Whether it’s in the form of language…pictures…or behavior?

And is it not obscene…and even profane…to gain more weight than my frame can carry…without causing health issues and pain?

Hmmm…sometimes when I begin writing…I think I have one thing to say…and yet…words that I’d not thought…come from my fingers and onto this keyboard.

Judge not, lest ye be judged…is there more to this…is it sufficient to say this…or am I taking this out of context?

Take the log out of your own eye…before trying to remove the splinter from the eye of another…honestly…this is true…yet…is there ever a time when I should or must speak the truth…as I can’t seem to get rid of this log…and your eye has a log too! Hmmm…well…not yours necessarily…but well…if it’s true…I really still do want to help me and you...get the logs and yep...even the splinters removed!

OK…so here’s the deal. I can’t seem to get this subject of profanity off of my mind. It keeps popping up…when I’m driving the bus, reading, walking about…and now…even while I’m resting…ugh! So, I guess it’s time to write something…and perhaps I’ll get revelation…or rest from this subject of profanity.

Yes, it is profane and even obscene for Carol Eileen Suronen Williams to continue to gain weight…on this itty bitty 5’2”…and decreasing height (yep!) frame. And I have come to the conclusion that nobody else’s weight or frame is any of my business…unless they talk to me about it…and it is my business…and the business of the church…to focus on this issue of girth.

And now that I’ve said this…it is only in confession…and most of you already know as I don’t keep it a secret…that I continue to struggle…but I have faith in God…that He is leading and guiding and teaching and revealing…and showing me the way out of this pain. And there is hope beyond the scope of losing weight…and indeed lifestyle can be changed…and it is helpful for me…to confess and to pray…and to say truthfully that I’ve seen others change…especially on the inside … and somewhat on the outside…and yes even years of living in grace…by faith…and yes…a favorite verse of mine that keeps me going not only in the issue of profane weight…but in the hope of the return of Christ Jesus…and not only in the return…but in the power of the Spirit of God to bring life and help and continual washing of regeneration now….now…NOW! Now faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.

Part two to come...which is truly what I thought I was going to initially write about...part two I believe...is about the profane language in books, music, films and precious people...on my bus, on the streets, in the stores...and elsewhere...that keeps on messing with me...yup.

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A mother of two adult children...and a mother to many more adopted in the Kingdom of God. Grandmother to three. Lover of Jesus, The Way, The Truth, The Life, justice, learning, teaching, authenticity, discernment, and praying. I process by writing my thoughts to get to the truth...but most times there are too many words to wade through. A picture of myself I've seen, is like a scuba diver who jumps in the ocean with all the equipment in place, but rises too quickly at times and gets nauseated, but the picture is only a warning...not that I shouldn't go deep...but to come up more slowly in order to keep...my health.