One of my favorite shouts of exclamation is, “Good Moses!” second only to the even more astonished, “Sweet fancy Moses!” reserved for the more urgent moments of incredulity. I don’t use them as frequently as our good friend, Rachael, but the former makes a regular appearance in my everyday dialogue.
The other day, Warren and I had a discussion about taking the Lord’s name in vain.
“Do you know what ‘in vain’ means?” I asked Warren after nixing a song on the radio for doing just that.
“No,” he replied in pure, 5-year-old innocence.
“It means that you’re not respecting Heavenly Father’s name. Or Jesus’ name. Some people think it’s OK to say, ‘Oh my G-D,’ when they’re mad or upset,” I told him in frankness. “We should only use Their names for good. To show Them we love Them.”
“Oh,” he said, and buried his nose back into the Calvin & Hobbes book he was perusing. Lesson learned, filed away, end of story.
A few days later, I was sitting with Warren at Kelley and Ben’s table eating lunch. He had just issued the 5th complaint over the delicious and lovingly prepared, albeit foreign meal when I could no longer stand his grumpy interjections. I stepped in to shut him down.
“Good Moses, child! You need to stop complaining and just be grateful for what you’ve been given,” I said with impatience.
“You shouldn’t say that, Mama. Moses was a prophet!” Warren declared.
Smack! Lesson learned, easily accessible, ready to dispense at any given moment.
“You’re right,” I said, greatly humbled. “That’s not using his name with respect, is it? I don’t think I’ll say that anymore.”
I still think it’s a humorous phrase but you won’t catch me saying it anymore. I won’t be offended if you use it, but just know that Warren might call you out if you do!