Pardon my french!

Have you ever met someone that you instantly become friends with?  This happened to me a couple months ago.  A couple came into our lives and we instantly became friends.  They quickly became Uncle Brandon and Aunt Kourtney.  We get together often to share a meal or play games.  

During one particular visit the girls were chatting in the dining room while the boys were playing video games.  My son was taking his turn when we heard him utter a word that is R-rated.  Truth be told I didn’t hear it.  Sadly, his mother did.  My first thought was they didn’t just hear what they thought they heard.  My next thought was where on earth did he hear that?  I looked at my boy and the look on his face told me that he knew he had just done something wrong but he wasn’t quite sure what.  A lengthy conversation ensued about the inappropriateness of the word he spoke and why we don’t talk like that.

Kids repeat what they hear.  This is not new behavior.  My child was not breaking new ground.  In spite of that I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was missing something important.  Then it occurred to me that it might be possible that the kids had heard it at home.  The Lord really started to work on me.  I began to really consider the types of things that I was letting into my home.  It started with television.  We have become desensitized from the never ending onslaught of profane language.  It is everywhere.  You hear it in restaurants, at stores, on the radio, and from people on the street.  We have become so use to it that we allow it to walk right in the front door.

If that was it I could correct it and sleep easy.  Unfortunately that was not it.  Several years ago I took a hard look but what I discovered did not make me happy.  I had fallen into the same trap that many of us have been caught up in.  I had allowed the world to alter my perspective.  I told myself that using profanity was ok because I hardly ever did it.  The occasional slip of the tongue was fine because it was only around other guys or because the children were never around.  While I had corrected my own use of inappropriate language years ago I know that there could be other places that my kids could be picking it up.

Romans 12:2 And do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind, so that you may prove what the will of God is, that which is good and acceptable and perfect.


The truth is many of us have forgotten the lesson taught in Romans 12:2. There are ministries and so called Christian music groups who are actively using curse words in their material.  They too have fallen into a trap.  The world has convinced them that they need to be relevant in order to reach others for Christ.  

In this verse Paul is telling them to not be devoted to the vain fashions and pleasures of this world but to nurture a spirit that is drawn from the Lord.  We are to be transformed.  When we are transformed through Christ our minds are renewed.  It is that renewal that allows us to discern the will of God.  That is the legacy I want to pass on to my kids.  I do not want to pass on apathy and conformity to a society that has lost its way.  I want my children to imitate my love for Christ.  I want them to stand up and be counted.  That doesn’t happen if I don’t first represent those ideals at home.

Take courage my friends.  The same God who whispered Romans 12:2 into Paul’s ears can also help you.  If you are struggling with the things that come out of your mouth then I want to partner with you in prayer.  You can send me a message on our Facebook page or leave a note on the Prayer Wall.  Together with the Lord’s help you can be victorious.

Listening to the voice,

Jeremy

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