Yesterday I admitted that for all these years I did not know one is not
supposed to congratulate a bride for getting married. Today someone who
read my confession accused me of being uncouth. Wow. I don't want to be
uncouth. I want to be couth. Merely thinking that made me aware that in
all my years I have never been called couth. Actually, I have never called
anyone couth. It's a nice thing to be but somehow doesn't sound that nice.
I'm going to try it out. Next time I see someone being sophisticated I am
going to say, "How couth of you." I hope I don't get punched in the mouth.

Actually Jesus was accused of being uncouth. They said, "This man eats
with publicans and sinners." Now that is very uncouth. How about Matthew
23 where He calls the religious establishment a bunch of snakes who are
really like nicely polished tombs that are filled on the inside with rotten
body parts? Ouch! Now that is uncouth. It really is no wonder why they
wanted to get rid of Him. He embarrassed them in front of their
congregation.

Then there was a time when He told Peter that Peter was playing the part of
the Devil by trying to discourage Him from going to the cross. Once when
the woman who was anointing His feet with very expensive ointment was
ridiculed, Jesus defended her by telling His host to leave her alone because
he, His host, had not done so much for Him.

While I really don't think Jesus went around deliberately being uncouth, He
did have His moments. Most of the time He was filled with sympathy and
care. See Matthew 14:14.