I grew up in a family with a father who cursed in anger and a mother who denies the existence of such speech. As a young teenager, I gave myself permission to curse as an outlet for my anger. Never at anyone in an abusive tirade as my father.
   An acting professor of mine once said cursing is, 'like seasoning.' Not wrong or right, but keeps our speech from being bland & boring. It conveys feeling and passion of life and thought.
   I have sometimes wondered if any of Jesus disciples, out in a boat all day casting their nets with no success, ever cursed in frustration. On the flip side, I wonder if they cursed in amazement after a non-productive day of fishing suddenly changes into a boat overflowing with fish.
   I feel God would rather us let out our anger in a safe and managed way, rather than hold it in and damage our spirit.
   Peace out!