This sabbath morning
has me in an introspective mood.
Opus asked, 'Ever
feel like a dandelion in your own lawn?'
I had a medical
procedure done a couple of weeks ago that caused me to leave the
clinic with an industrial-strength band aid on my upper leg. The band
aid was removed after a few days, but, even now, I have a grey,
sticky residue still on my leg where the band aid had been. I see it
every morning when I shower, scrub at it a bit, and think, “I need
to get some hand lotion or nail polish remover and see if I can
remove that gunk.” Then I finish bathing, dry, and dress. My
garments cover the stain and so I forget it. It's not uncomfortable,
tugging hairs or such. Out of sight out of mind. And I wonder.
In covering this
smudge with my garments and over clothing, am I “putting on the
whole armor of God?” Or am I using the covering as pride to cover
my filthiness? Is there an allegory here that I should ponder? If the
spot weren't covered, I'd see it, remember it, and deal with it. But
I don't, so next morning's shower, there it will still be.
Does the act of
uncovering ourselves physically have a spiritual component? Can we
become more pure when our realities are not hidden? Should I relate
this sticky spot on my upper leg to my lack of obedience to certain
Word of Wisdom teachings? Is that what confession is really all
about, becoming spiritually naked being good for the soul, even when
confessing things that are considered inconsequential? Is getting
naked physically similar in allowing us to deal with other issues
that may be hidden? Could people of similar disposition find strength
and peace by sharing and confessing together, naked both figuratively
and literally?
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