1Peter 3:3-6 Whose adorning let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel; But let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price. For after this manner in the old time the holy women also, who trusted in God, adorned themselves, being in subjection unto their own husbands: Even as Sara obeyed Abraham, calling him lord: whose daughters ye are, as long as ye do well, and are not afraid with any amazement.
A very interesting conversation came about because of my post over at TBL in regards to aging. (http://hearth-tobelovely.blogspot.com/2013/08/we-all-get-old.html) Renata had some great stuff to offer (https://hearthtobelovely.wordpress.com/unrelated-comments-for-other-blogreaders/#comment-89) One of the most telling things she said was, “I know that what is important is what you give, what you do, who you are (fruits of the Spirit radiating outward), but what you look like is given unholy power”. Unholy is exactly what it is.
Luk 12:20-25 But God said unto him, Thou fool, this night thy soul shall be required of thee: then whose shall those things be, which thou hast provided? So is he that layeth up treasure for himself, and is not rich toward God. And he said unto his disciples, Therefore I say unto you, Take no thought for your life, what ye shall eat; neither for the body, what ye shall put on. The life is more than meat, and the body is more than raiment. Consider the ravens: for they neither sow nor reap; which neither have storehouse nor barn; and God feedeth them: how much more are ye better than the fowls? And which of you with taking thought can add to his stature one cubit?
We try, oh how we try. Add stature, add curves. Subtract. Fool the eye. And what to what lengths will we go? We commonly inject ourselves with poisons, rub acid on our faces, slice and inflate and vacuum…. not to be more functional vessels, but to desperately hold onto what we call treasure, even while we watch it disintegrate before our eyes.
I like physical adornments. They’re fun. They’re sparkly. For play? For enjoying in the moment, just as we enjoy so much of this life – transitory, like a butterfly over a garden. But looks aren’t to be gripped, not held down. Nothing that I have belongs to *me* anyhow – my body is not my own.
We forget that we did not make our faces. We did not make our figures. Yes, our self-care can affect both – but entropy will have its day, no matter what. We wrap ourselves desperately around what was given to us to hold but for a day and we never open our eyes to the rest of life. Where, after all, are our treasures supposed to be?
Matthew 6:19-21 Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal: But lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust doth corrupt, and where thieves do not break through nor steal: For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also.
And yet, we spend our money, our time, our tears… on that which we know will rot. Dust to dust. I don’t say ignore self-care, because we are stewards of our bodies. Should we not take care of what He has created, that which we are stewards over? But – this is not our treasure. Our bodies are tools, vessels, very temporary dwelling places. Useful, to be used well – but mere containers.
2Co 4:6-7 For God, who commanded the light to shine out of darkness, hath shined in our hearts, to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ. But we have this treasure in earthen vessels, that the excellency of the power may be of God, and not of us.
Have you never had the privilege of knowing an elder whose vessel has been hollowed out by the trials of life and filled to overflowing with the Holy Spirit, whose countenance glowed, near whom the room seemed a bit brighter?
And that’s treasure… to be made more and more like God.