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Ridgerunner, that is the most darned interesting post I have read today. You should write a book on The History of Cussing.First, swearing really is a cultural thing, and not a peculiarly Catholic thing.
Ridgerunner, that is the most darned interesting post I have read today. You should write a book on The History of Cussing.First, swearing really is a cultural thing, and not a peculiarly Catholic thing.
In that case, I’ll just speak in tongues and you interpret: “#@$%!!! &%$!!! #@#%^ arrrggghhhh &%$!!!” :bigyikes:Thanks for the compliment, but I think someone already has written a book on the history of cussing.
This is a good explanation as far as the history of culture is explained…but consider these verses from God’s Word. And then tell me is it still OK to curse, swear, or cuss? Also, consider that Christ has called us to be in this world but not of this world and one thing that definitely sets us apart is our language.Glimmer:
Thanks for the compliment, but I think someone already has written a book on the history of cussing.
I have to agree with Contarini, that Nazarenes, dear Christian folk that they are, are theFor me (and Miss Manners, I’m from the South), the f-word, s-word are obscene. As a lady, I sincerely feel disrespected by the person who would use it in my presence. It is a matter of great kindness to me.
I’m a “Nazarene” in RCIA now and I don’t fully recognize the depictions the posters here are presenting. I have only known one Nazarene church among a city with 15 to be no make-up, jewelry, dresses only and they were considered very out of the loop.
The don’t drink, smoke, gamble, dance, go to movies, etc. are disciplines as the RCC would put it. They have been tweaked in several ways. The Nazarene Manual now reads something along the lines of “Choose wisely your entertainment.” They still don’t drink, and I cannot agree that to abstain is biblical.
It was indeed Martin Wells Knapp…And women still cannot cut their hair (not even a trim!) from the day they arrive for the 1st day of orientation, till they leave with a diploma, just as he decreed back in the day.Me too! My “Burning Bush” ancestors had some connection with the founder of GBS (Martin Wells Knapp, wasn’t it? Or am I mixing him up with someone else?), and GBS was actually one of the first places I visited in the U.S. (I remember sitting on the floor in their bookstore reading a book. )
I have known a good many cases where this was the thing that sent people to the jewelry store; it makes meMy grandmother started wearing a wedding ring after moving to Britain (my grandparents ran a Bible School in Glasgow and did evangelistic work all over Britain for years), because the holiness custom was not understood and many people didn’t think my grandparents were really married. My mother followed suit, and when we moved back to this country this was one of the points of conflict with the stricter holiness folks (one of the more minor reasons why we didn’t fit into that culture any more–we were really like Rip Van Winkle).
Someday, I hope to chronicle “The Tale of my Great-Aunt Jennie, the New Preacher at Sunday Dinner, the Jar of Homemade Pickles Falling Off the Top Shelf of the Pantry Down the Skirt of Aunt Jennie’s Best Dress, & the ‘S’ Word”…My mother once gave my father a hard time for saying “shucks.”
My mother has been writing novels recently, and in one of them she had a [worldly] character say, “Don’t give me that ****.” My mother has an extremely good ear for language, and is trying to make her characters as lifelike as possible. I had a struggle of conscience as to whether I should tell her what it meant. I kept quiet until she asked me directly.
We had a preacher who jumped into the 3rd row pew from the front, & then took off around the aisles–without missing a word of his sermon!!. By the way, did your Nazarene church have aisle runners? Man, ours had some real characters. They would get “blessed” during the singing and run all over that church
They were dear servants of God. They drove me crazy then, but I miss them, too!Just dear old Brother Stogsdill. A little old Elmer Fudd of a man and he would run with a hanky. However, he was the only one and I will tell you he was blessed with the Spirit of the Lord. He died when I was young, maybe 12-13, and he was never replaced. No more runners. I miss him.
Oh, my; I can only imagine!! Didn’t you have theI remember a time when I was about 13 and my family and I were sitting at the table in the dining room of the parsonage playing 500 rummy when a lady from the church stopped by. The next few weeks were strained by the scandal of the card playing preacher and his family
Thanks for the msg Zooey and I will look into the Holy Name Society! God bless you.Bless you all, this has been a joy to remember…and McKevin’s thread hijacked as a result!!
McKevin, I was serious about the Holy Name Society! I believe there is such a thing, & you might be the right person to revive it. I, too, wince when ever I hear the Lord’s name used in vain. Not because of childhood so much, as because He deserves better!! God bless you in your walk with Him!!!