Friday, February 11, 2011

My big black bag

Pickles, G minor, flip-flops, and stethoscopes. 
Everything needs a spot. 
And there is always something that has a use all its own.  Taxonomy has nothing on the 80's hair styles.  That's only good for scaring hair-spray companies; so I suppose that would be group with 
wigs, baseball hats, and... homeschoolers.
 
How many of you ladies have a specific spot for cosmetics, moisturizers, facial soaps, and the such?  How many of you ladies find that every once in a while - usually after Christmas and pay day - there seems to be an urgent need for a bigger bag, box, or drawer? 
(Just for the record, I don't spend hardly anything on cosmetics and fancy hair things.) 
But it happens, doesn't it?  You obviously need different prioritizing in the refrigerator after buying two dozen jars of horseradish because they were 50 cents at Aldi's. 
Eventually the hair-scrunchies-and-flowered-bandannas drawer yields its content to such things as chic black scarves and lip gloss.  What if it needs to be transported?  Then you have another factor, and the stash of chocolate is emptied into your wallets secret compartment... right?

I've opted for all my make-up to be measured, weighed, and then positioned into my custom sewed, organic cotton cosmetics bag as to distribute itself in an orderly fashion.   No, just kidding.  I keep my cosmetics in my...

Big Black Doctors Bag.
Sometimes I call in my triple-B: Big Black Bag
It works!  And it puts me in a serious mood when I stately march from the women's barracks with toweled head and painted toes with my trusty big black bag in hand.

It cures all; it fixes the most hoary head; banishing woes into a sea of mascara.
The palest cheeks find life; the reddest eyes find a cool breath when smothered in concealer and liner.

I actually find it kinda sad that we find such a quick (or sometimes it takes hours) fix that leaves us confident and acceptable by... well... mostly ourselves
May I introduce to you something that, honestly takes away all our beauty, goes to our heart, our mind. It peels away our layers - yes, even the lovely tan that promised itself to be lasting and deep.  It looks at our bones.  No, not baby soft skin and toned muscles.  Not even your healthy blood stream that you have improved with excises and supplements. 
Our bones. 
What hold us up and motivates us.  What tells the bones what to do? 
The brain. 
What is the fuel of the brain, where its ideas and meaning comes  from? 
The heart.
No fix can reach these intimately.  They may grab to the hide and tear a little.  Maybe even get down to the impacting reality of the real you, but what we need is something Living and Active.  Something our sinful and demented selves don't necessarily want.  Arnt you glad that we cannot always control ourselves?  With the way my heart-brain is working sometimes, I'm so glad that I don't know everything and am not in control.  Let me introduce you to that something society has discredited, discriminated, and disregarded.  The BIBLE. 

The Big Black Doctor's Book.
Now that's quite a different triple-B: Big Black Book.
Now that you have that whatever-it-might-be preassumption in your head, let me introduce to you the Author of this controversial classic:  The LORD JESUS CHRIST.

Kinda hard to ignore HIM, isn't it?  Not to most of us. (Unfortunately) All we seem to have to do is ignore even thinking of how we compare to Him.
 
But we are so pretty
when all done up. 
And are so perfect
when putting on our
Christian show!

Fortunately, that's not how it works.  What if, every time you did something wrong, you would have to stand before GOD's throne in heaven and coolly say "NO"?

That is what we do!  All we have to do is deceive ourselves. Then we need not have to necessarily feel great or justified, but simply OK.  We don't have to feel like we are great people, as long as we don't feel too bad.  Or maybe we are laden with guilt and self-hate, but have no muscle attached to our aching bones to change.

Look at this BOOK! 
Hebrews 4:12 - "For the word of God is alive and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart."

That is sooo much stronger than leg-hair removal creme.  Isn't that what we don't want?  Isn't that what we really need?  As Americans, we don't like judges.  As Humans, we don't like judges.  We don't even know what it means for someone or something to accurately and rightly judge the thoughts and attitudes of our hearts!  Not even Santa can do that!

What we need is a spot for this info.  A convenient little box, right?  No, we need a priority.  That always comes with organization.
When we spend more time, money, and thought on today's fashions rather than 10 years ago, our closet squishes the tie-die t-shirts over to the corner.  Providing more ample room for our skinny jeans (maybe) and button-ups.
Where does the BIBLE go? 
Where does that uncomfortable feeling that brings results from knowing Jesus go? 

That goes right in there.
Your Heart.
Your Mind.
Your Strength.

It does stuff.  It does a lot of stuff.  More than cosmetic surgery ever could do.  Even lipid cell extraction.  And it stays.  No matter what.  And that is the uncomfortable, uncontainable, scratchy, itchy, wonderful, sharable, need-to-know-able
TRUTH.
I find that my big black bag cannot compare.

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