Cussin’ for Jesus

What’s the best way to be ripped from tranquil slumber?

Hearing your grandma curse at the top of her lungs from the next room.

“S&*%$!!!! . . . oh @#$!”


“Help us, Jesus–Oh, S%$#!”

I fly from the 2nd bedroom in a half-asleep stupor to see what’s wrong.

Did she fall? Is she OK?

“Gam!” I shout, “What’s wrong?!”

She’s fine. Curled over her kitchen-desk in curlers and kerchief, staring through a giant magnifying glass at a little book.

“ARG!! Jenny, I skipped a whole chapter in Andy Stanley’s Bible study. And now I have to start all over. Oh well.”




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