Monday, January 10, 2011
Just a little somethin...
I've told a few of you about Pomplamoose on You Tube. Here's a little something from them I like. Maybe it will help you 'chill' on your Monday. Enjoy!
Friday, January 7, 2011
Perfectly, Imperfect
I know we all long for the day when Jehovah will allow us to be perfect. But I dearly hope some things remain imperfect... or I should say, perfect in a relative sense. What started this quirky thought swirling around in my little brains? A decorating show. Here's the connection:
I was watching an interior decorating show on TV the other day, a favorite designer. What I always liked about watching her is that she is original, creative and doesn't take herself too seriously. But what I saw on the screen was a totally different person. She has begun her new season as an amped up, botox deadened, ultra buff, skinny with-in an inch of her life... power woman. Gone are her quacky facial expressions... the botox deadened that. And I dare any knuckle dragging Mr. Universe type to rival the veins bulging in her over-developed neck. But this isn't what I'm writing about. Meh, she's nothing in my world... what do I care?
But it somehow triggered an appreciation for the perfectly imperfect. Go to any mega-mall and you will see a sea of botox, implants, collagen, brand names and bleached hair. Is that beauty? Is that coming close to 'perfection'? The masses say so. There are no wrinkles, lots of big lips, zero percent body fat and wardrobes the price of which could feed the starving children of a small country. All I can think of though, is the stark contrast of that to one of our theocratic events. I love to sit and just 'people watch' at Assemblies and Conventions. It's amazing how total strangers can be so beautiful. Are there laugh lines, crows feet, simple clothes and a few extra pounds? You betchya! But that's the beautiful part! There is so much beauty in humility. And the more ego driven the world becomes, the more that humility becomes positively breathtaking.
There is so much more to life than aesthetics, right? Actually there is almost everything to life outside of aesthetics! What makes our brothers and sisters so beautiful? Love... joy... peace... long-suffering... kindness.. well you get the idea. Take my sister-in-law for example (aka bestest friend). She has always been
a pretty girl. A 'whole package' girl. You know the kind... tall, blond, blue eyed, blah, blah, blah. And she is always wonderfully humble about it. Now, she probably hasn't been feeling like her typical self lately. iLey keeps her hoppin' these days, and she probably hasn't spent too much quality time with her makeup bag. But when I see her with iLey.... I see all those qualities I just mentioned. Love... joy... peace... long-suffering... kindness. She is everything good she ever has been... a hundred-fold. She may be a bit sleep-deprived these days... but I have never seen her more beautiful.
And that has me thinking... is that a glimpse of how Jehovah sees us? Beauty measured by qualities. By humility. Is that what true perfection will mean for us? Not that we just change outwardly and reach some pinnacle of 'buff-ness'. But that we see ourselves and the world around us with new eyes? Peel away the rotten filter Satan has us seeing things through and know things as they really are? Can we learn to see it now? The most important mirror is Jehovah's word, and we can be beautiful the more we remember our reflection in it. But, perhaps the next time we look in the real mirror, we can embrace the wrinkles and blemishes. They are the laugh-lines of life, the perfectly imperfect... and they are beautiful!
I was watching an interior decorating show on TV the other day, a favorite designer. What I always liked about watching her is that she is original, creative and doesn't take herself too seriously. But what I saw on the screen was a totally different person. She has begun her new season as an amped up, botox deadened, ultra buff, skinny with-in an inch of her life... power woman. Gone are her quacky facial expressions... the botox deadened that. And I dare any knuckle dragging Mr. Universe type to rival the veins bulging in her over-developed neck. But this isn't what I'm writing about. Meh, she's nothing in my world... what do I care?
But it somehow triggered an appreciation for the perfectly imperfect. Go to any mega-mall and you will see a sea of botox, implants, collagen, brand names and bleached hair. Is that beauty? Is that coming close to 'perfection'? The masses say so. There are no wrinkles, lots of big lips, zero percent body fat and wardrobes the price of which could feed the starving children of a small country. All I can think of though, is the stark contrast of that to one of our theocratic events. I love to sit and just 'people watch' at Assemblies and Conventions. It's amazing how total strangers can be so beautiful. Are there laugh lines, crows feet, simple clothes and a few extra pounds? You betchya! But that's the beautiful part! There is so much beauty in humility. And the more ego driven the world becomes, the more that humility becomes positively breathtaking.
There is so much more to life than aesthetics, right? Actually there is almost everything to life outside of aesthetics! What makes our brothers and sisters so beautiful? Love... joy... peace... long-suffering... kindness.. well you get the idea. Take my sister-in-law for example (aka bestest friend). She has always been
And that has me thinking... is that a glimpse of how Jehovah sees us? Beauty measured by qualities. By humility. Is that what true perfection will mean for us? Not that we just change outwardly and reach some pinnacle of 'buff-ness'. But that we see ourselves and the world around us with new eyes? Peel away the rotten filter Satan has us seeing things through and know things as they really are? Can we learn to see it now? The most important mirror is Jehovah's word, and we can be beautiful the more we remember our reflection in it. But, perhaps the next time we look in the real mirror, we can embrace the wrinkles and blemishes. They are the laugh-lines of life, the perfectly imperfect... and they are beautiful!
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