“For physical training is of some value, but godliness has value for all things, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come.”
–1 Timothy 4:8
I’m not shy about the fact that I’m a big girl. And not as much in the “Mommy, wow! I’m a big kid now!” sense as in the “Do the Truffle Shuffle!” sense (no, I will NOT). From time to time, I think about how nice it would be if I could drop about 125 pounds. The funny thing about that is my motivation for losing the weight. Rarely is it because of the history of heart problems in my family, or because I’m frustrated about my inability to walk up more than three flights of stairs without feeling like I’m going to pass out…
I want to be pretty. And by pretty, I mean skinny.
There is so much pressure on us to look good all the time. Even at church, we tell people they can “come as they are,” but do we really mean it? Sure! So long as the way you are is polished–clothes pressed, shoes unscuffed, each hair on your head in place. And ladies, a neutral shade of lipstick is okay, but nothing too wild. Lip GLOSS? Leave it at home. It makes you look either like you’re fourteen or you’re a slut. Oh, and we know you’re under a lot of pressure to look great, but could you plaster a smile on? ‘Kay thanks.
I would absolutely love to do an experiment. Call it “comfy Sunday.” Everyone shows up with bedhead, no makeup, unshaven, in their Saturday morning worst. You know, the way God sees us when we’re not at church. I mean, really–who are we trying to impress with all of our baubles and current-season prints?
Being low-fat and high fashion isn’t necessarily a bad thing; the first part of the verse acknowledges that. But it goes on to say that our real value is found in our actions and attitudes. Striving for holiness and being the person God wants us to be. And not just in this life, but into eternity.
Actually, I’d like to flip that last sentence: not just into eternity but in this life. How much more of an impact could we make on the world if we would just take on the character of Christ? Calling out the stuck-up judgmental bitches in the corner on their gossiping? Showing genuine love and compassion to those who come through the doors that maybe don’t have their shit together? Culminating our fruits of the spirit so we exude love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control? Sure, the concept is idealistic. But how much more comfortable of a place would it be for people to come and stay?
Something to consider…