I’ve been noticing lately that when I stop smiling, the crinkle around my green eyes remain. That must mean I’ve been really happy over the course of my life. Or, the alternative is, I’m getting lines, WRINKLES, because I am getting older, and haven’t taken good care of my skin. So, I did a little internet research and discovered some things.
One article I read said that your skin is like underwear. Stay with me on this. If you wear undies (and please don’t tell me if you don’t), they probably have some sort of elastic waistband. The more often you tug at the elastic, stretching it beyond its natural shape, the looser the elastic gets, so that, before long, those undergarments don’t stay in place and start the slow slip toward your feet. This article said that the skin around your eyes, is just like underwear, pulling the skin taut to apply eye liner or wash away eye make-up stretches that skin and it eventually loses elasticity.
And, as often happens, something I read about beauty tips or underwear reminds me of my Bible reading. I read this post by Mo, who talked about losing the resolve we have over time to stop performing bad habits. Mix it all together in this wonky brain of mine, and what have you got? Sinful Underwear!!!
But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus his Son cleanses us from all sin. If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. I John 1:7-9
Early on in our Christian life, or after we’ve come back as the prodigal, hat in hand, committing a sin will cause us to snap back into place, stung from the pop. At least, that’s how it worked for me. I would exaggerate. I would feel bad. I would repent. The next time I might exaggerate AND embellish. I would feel bad, but less so. I would repent, later. The next time, I would exaggerate and embellish AND make something up. I would feel “eh” about it and use some sort of situational justification….
I kept tugging at the waistband with my sin. I’d get angry. Tug. I’d lash out. T
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If that sounds at all familiar; if your metaphorical spiritual life is metaphorically down around your ankles; it’s time for a new pair of BVDs. Christ makes all things new.
When you put on the new under-armor of Christ, though, be careful, be vigilant and be attuned to the guidance of the Holy Spirit, lest your new skivvies start to slip.
Am I the only person who has ever needed a spiritual facelift and/or needed to snap out of it?