I was afraid there wouldn’t be a baptismal robe large enough to fit me.
I had the privilege of writing an article for Christianity Today this week. This article first appeared on October 14, 2015 on Her.Meneutics In all of my remembered days, two truths remain constant: I believe in God, and I am fat. While there have been seasons…
I have no problem advocating for people to take care of their bodies as well as they can. I just believe that including “weight loss” in that care speaks more to our cultural obsession with thinness than it does to physical, mental, or spiritual health.
“The embodied Christ risen again. Not a spirit. Not an imagination. Not some new form. His body was dead and now his body is alive. Resurrection. Restoration. The body is important and it came back, too.”
“Mary Magdalene and Mary the mother of James and Salome brought spices, so that they might go and anoint him.”
And there it is. The body and the blood – that’s what the body and the blood looks like when it’s moving and living.
But I’ve found that the faith that moves
this mountain moves a different way
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.
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.
Feasting is God-ordained. Feasting has beauty and power and meaning and importance. Feasting is part of family and community and learning to love the people that share this planet with us.