This word that came to dwell with us, full of grace and truth has harsh words for those who would seek to tell people that one must be thin in order to properly serve God.
To deny a factual part of who my body is, a part that influences my interactions in this society and this economy on no small level, is to deny a fundamental part of who I am.
We have one week until the first big holiday feast of the season! Here’s some tips for Thanksgiving dinner, but they’ll work to get you though the entire holiday season.
Our bodies are not an acceptable place to hang our shame. Our bodies are not up for spiritually-backed scrutiny. Our bodies are called Redeemed.
Language matters. Understanding our language and how we use it for each other and ourselves matters.
I love things that allow me to be physically involved. More than once I’ve woken up before dawn on snowy mornings and grabbed a shovel so that I could clear the path on the sidewalk and drive-way in the crisp, quiet morning. There is something beautiful in seeing the result of your body’s muscles and bones working together to accomplish a job.
We are justified. We are sanctified.
this very short story originally appeared on my blog Mashena.
On Sunday nights we crowded chairs around a table, pulled out mismatched dishes, and took turns cooking a meal to be shared with everyone. I don’t recall anyone ever “apologizing” for their food choices – making a comment about how they would get fat if they had the desert, that they would need to run to work off the delectable homemade bread, or any other number of all-too-common conversations that normally surround tables of fellowship.
Body, this I promise you: I will not squeeze you, strain you, or compress you to meet an unattainable ideal. I will not wish for another body simply because the world has not yet learned how to embrace your greatness sufficiently.