Find a preacher who stands behind the pulpit drinking a Bud Light, cussing like a sailor, and see how many true converts he garners. Sure, the lost would love a pastor who snubs up his nose at society and what it thinks. We are to be seperate from the world. To chasten a child for cussing, and at the same time condoning it for adults is hypocritical. Listen, if someone wants to spew these vile words out their mouth at a "breakneck pace", by all means, do so. I just have a problem with CHRISTians saying these words because, one, it could offend a fellow believer, and second, it sheds no LIGHT.
No, I would not advise a pastor to drink, smoke and cuss while giving a sermon, but then again, many of them stand six feet behind a pulpit because their stomaches will not allow them to get any closer. I do think a pastor, deacon, or elder, whatever, should treat drinking, smoking, gambling and other vices as Scripture says, not as some long dead temperence minded nutcase thought is should be. That pastor should also make members accountable for gossip and gluttony, just like anything else addressed in Scripture. If the clowns who set up these warped rules rewrote the Bible, it would be at odds with Scripture.
Growing up, in my parents house, cursing would result ones mouth being washed out, not with soap, but tobasco sauce. It was not tolerated in my house either. Between those tow houses existing, I was in the Navy. My language became so horrible, that the words became regular adjectives that I did not give a second thought to. If it had not been for the Lord, I would have never been able to clean up my act before I got married and had a family. That is why I am so sensitive to this subject.
On a humorous note, when my son was about six, we were on a trip. As usual, he and his sister were fighting in the back seat. I do not even recall the word, but he called her a word that we told him would result in the soap routine if he said it again. It was midday. Sure enough, he said it again, and he was promptly informed of the coming event when we stopped for the night. Well, about five, we stopped. I had forgotten all about it. Once in the motel, here comes my son out of the bathroom. He had unwrapped the soap and said, "Dad, did you forget something?" I was floored, and felt bad because he had been so honest. I went ahead and washed his mouth out, but sort of a quick version.