Why the Swears?

I don't know. No reason, I guess. It's just me. I tried for a long time to change how I acted around other Christians. Now, don't get me wrong: When one becomes a Christian, it is necessary to change in many ways (very, very necessary).

I know this. This is written.

I also know, however, that there are two types of change: Real change and facade change. I've made some significant changes in my life since becoming a Christian (then dropping out then becoming a Christian again). I've also made some real fake changes (follow that one?) since becoming a Christian. The fake changes only distance us from real relationships, don't they? I think the fake changes are the ones we most often see. I think fake changes can hinder real changes. I think fake change suck.

And this post is mostly one provoked of racing thoughts during my workout. I mostly post this as a reminder as to what I wish to post for the rest of the week. I am debating whether or not I want a word of the week.

Ah, what am I saying... Of course I do. The word of the week is....

Ya ready this this?

Fute-fart.

Not very good? I beg to differ: It is the most hateful word my little sister, at the age of about 5, dared to her cruel older brother (me) and sister. It's born of 5-year old rage, trust me. Maybe my buddy Chad can give some details of this 5-year-old curse word via comments.

That is all. I'm going to bed now. I'm not even going to spell check... FUTE FART!