Interesting discussion of the second commandment at RCIA tonight. (Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults, my Catholic class, for new readers.) Number 2 is about not taking the name of God in vain, and I have had little trouble editing out the “G-Ds” and “J-Cs” out of my swearing and cursing. In fact, since I’ve started this religous journey, I find fewer and fewer instances where I feel like cursing. I never really liked it. I remember as a kid a group of my buddies asked me one day, “How come you never swear?” I let loose a couple of F-bombs and so forth just to show them I knew how, but it didn’t feel right.
Sure, later on in college and “the big city” I could hold my own, peppering my sentences with all the choice swear words of the day, but I preferred making new ones up, like “Rat farts!” Today, when someone cuts me off in traffic, I might make a comment about their intelligence or some part of their anatomy involved with the expulsion of waste, but”cussing” really doesn’t appeal to me. Neither does losing my temper.
Anyway, to get back to my topic, I’m not sure anyone can ever know the name of the Supreme Being — not in this life. It would be something beyond us. The One God is fine with me. I don’t feel the need for some mystical name known only to the inner circle. That’s too Old Testament for me. I feel we don’t need a name, just the intention to acknowledge and accept something greater than us who cares about us and knows our name.