My fiance Herbert forwarded me the following message and ad today:
Herbie sure is right. The world around is continues to tell us what is good for us--from the medicines we need, to the pants we need to wear, to the latest "top recommendations for YOUR skin" makeup email I saw in my inbox a few moments ago. As I took a ride to Barnes & Noble today, I passed beautiful tree groupings, adorned with the most beautiful fall colors. I also passed small towns that reminded me where I grew up in Northern Michigan. I started crying out to God to be with the "poor." And then I began questioning why I thought these people among me were poor. Some of their houses were mobile homes, and I remembered an exact moment when I learned mobile homes tended to belong to those with less money. When my best childhood friend moved into a new house, I thought it was the best ever. The siding was perfect, the inside had such a warm, cozy feeling. And then she began a sentence with, "But it's only..." Then, before visiting my aunt, she too warned me that her home "was only..." And these homes, that I thought were some of the warmest homes ever--began to have a connotation because of the proclamations from who dwelled within them.
We, the body, are called to love both our individual and larger group temples. Our only "perfect fit" is God. He, our maker, knows exactly what we need. Just as my best friend and aunt proclaimed to me that their home was "less" than others, we often proclaim that what we have is less than what someone else in this world has. But we are not to compare. We are to seek, find, uplift, hope, and live faithfully. Let's invite our bodies into jeans that fulfill their purpose, and let's invite ourselves into bodies of believers who can help us fulfill our purpose. If it's you today who is ashamed of the home you live in (the building or the skin), remember that our homes, just like our bodies, are meant to protect us from storms.
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