The other night I spent the evening with some Christian gals. The vehicle filled with laughter and jabber jawing to and from the event.
And then came the request for advice. While this sweet friend shared her struggle, she let a couple curse words slip.
And in that moment I felt my own walls crumble into a heaping pile.
Because she let her words come out unscripted. Vulnerable. Real.
There are folks who wouldn’t have heard the rest of what she said as they focused on their offense to those small words.
I won’t be one of them. I can’t be since this is one of my own struggles. Swearing.
I don’t want to be one of those who is offended by it. The distraction of a word from the flesh and bone of the human being sitting in front of me sharing their heart. I only want to see that vulnerable woman. Or man.
The one God loves despite a curse word. Or any other distraction.
No matter what. Like Jesus.
And that’s the best thing we can do as His people.