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The kids these days. They have an acronym for everything. Like DTR–“define the relationship.” Back in my day this was called having a “heart-to-heart,” or just, you know, talking.

We’d also never heard “public displays of affection” called PDA. If kids were sucking face, we just said “get a room.” And we said it to our parents, too. 😉

What I think it is, really, is that the pace of life was slower; as such, life was not “acronymmed” out the wazoo. We see it everywhere now: from the aforementioned examples, to “text speak.” Almost everyone seems to want to say as much as possible in the most abbreviated fashion possible.

We have become a culture of shortcuts, of acronyms. As someone who enjoys the: “taste,” sound, feel, structure, sight of words, this alarms me.

OTOH, I’m not opposed to acronyms, per se. When they are used well, and convey the most meaning. But there are so many these days, they’re becoming a cacophony.

In truth, there was only one acronym that dominated the landscape of my childhood; it wasn’t ROFL, IANAL, CUL8R. It was none of these.

No, it was one everyone heard of: AIDS.

Before diving in, I’d like to give a word of thanks to everyone who read (and shared) my post yesterday. In many ways I write for me, but you guys make it fun–make it a whole lot easier to keep coming back, and give my heart here.

The preliminaries out of the way, I knew I would shock and offend some. That’s okay. I prayed about, and through, it, and submitted the post to people I trust prior to its publication.

I knew I was going to lose some of you, and that’s okay. Why? Because the post wasn’t for you. It was for the disenfranchised, the disconnected, and (in Brennan Manning’s parlance) the ragamuffins.

You see, there were two notions at the back of my head guiding my thoughts (and my “pen”):

First, my wife and I recently saw Blue Like Jazz; and,

Second, on Tuesday I wrote about “Kindergarten” Theology.

How do those have anything to do with yesterday’s post, you ask? Well, as a fan of the whole practicing what I preach thing, it came from the place where those two intersected in my heart, and in my head.

I got to thinking: how would I communicate the Gospel to, say, the college students depicted in Blue Like Jazz? What would they understand? Then it hit me: use their language.

So I did. (That’s the “kindergarten” theology part).

The result was yesterday’s post. Yes, I used figurative language (the Bible says God has nostrils), yes I used hyperbole, and yes I offended. But it was not without a point.

To be clear: do I believe that God was “frustrated” with sin? Yes–yes, I do–frustrated to the point of anger over the ravages of sin on His beloved creation (us). Angry enough to offer His Son as a sacrifice. Do I believe anything can ultimately frustrated God’s plans? No–no, I do not.

If you didn’t get it, it wasn’t for you. Please move on to another blog.

If you got it, then you are–like me–worse than anyone else could possibly know, and yet still irrevocably loved by God anyway. <--that is graceIn short, yesterday's post was for my fellow "ragamuffins."Have anything to say? Sound off in the comments below: