Swearing Isn’t Always Sinful

I was Baptized by Fr (Canon) O’Kane, an old Irish prelate somewhat in the mould of Fr Brown: short, fat and with a face like a potato. My parents adored this priest who was always full of cheer and funny stories, except when he had to be deadly serious. Here is one of his tales:

St Joseph was hard at work in the carpenters shop one day when inadvertently he dropped his lump hammer hard on his besandled toe. The pain raced up his leg, the adrenaline leached out into his bloodstream and he reflexly started hopping about.

“JESUS CHRIST!” he uncontrollably exclaimed, loudly, at the top of his voice.

Our Lord ran into the workshop, and asked,

“Did you call me, father?

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The occasional, unintended profanity has been known to offer spiritual consolation denied to prayer.

Pax vobiscum.

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