Someone to Cuss With

As this Saturday passes by, I have a few frustrations in life that I'd like to discuss freely with someone who can go to that angry place within me and that faithful place within me and cuss a little with me (or, a lot) and then laugh some with me and come back out on the other side. I have a couple of people like that and they have me, but they are not around right now to talk with. And, that's one thing I really don't like about church. There's hardly ever anybody you can cuss with. And, if they hear you cuss, they take it way too seriously. I can just hear some church person saying: "well, you shouldn't be cussing anyway!" I respond: "the hell I shouldn't!" Well, and I'd like to cuss a little more right now, but someone may finally read one of my blogs!

My Dad who died over three years ago was just the best person to cuss with in the world. We would talk and discuss and cuss our way to understanding and a holy place. And, I know that maybe that doesn't make sense to many people. But, you would to have to have known my father, who just had a way of holy earthiness, or earthy holiness, that was overwhelming. Being with him was the perfect antidote to the bullshit of social life, and, to be honest, the bullshit of church life.

I guess what my Dad and I really had is that we just knew that when we got together something good would happen. When we started talking, we would find our way to a good place. We trusted each other. We trust each other. We really trusted each other. I realize that I used the present tense a sentence ago. I am not going to edit that. It just came out that way because that's the way it is.