“As for mortals, their days are like grass; they flourish like a flower of the field; for the wind passes over it and it is gone and its place knows it no more. But the steadfast love of the Lord is from everlasting to everlasting on those who fear him and his righteousness to children’s children, to those who keep his covenant and remember to do his commandments.” ~ Psalm 103.15-18
We are cutting and pasting onto, adding and deleting from our bodies. We cover them in the latest fashion no matter the cost because appearance is seemingly everything. “Beauty is fleeting” (Proverb 31.30) and so is power. Still, we whiten the teeth of a poisonous mouth and straighten them without concern for our crooked speech. We dye hair in order to deny our age. I suppose that we are ashamed of time.
We are attempting to improve upon the latest version of ourselves. Constantly updating, downloading and revising the newest image because our flesh is never quite good enough. And it never will be. Our goodness, the possibility for perfection does not lie in it but in and through Christ alone.
This is the trap of race, that we should seek after an impossible goal: perfection in and through the flesh. Our external appearance does not matter to God. Our flesh, the social coloring of our skin will not save us and it does not and will not determine whether we are on the side of God or that of the enemy. It does not matter what we do to it or what American society allows us to do because of it. It is the condition of our heart that matters. It is the heart that God will look upon to judge our convictions and our confessions not our clothing or culture.
We are obsessing over what will fade instead of focusing on what will not: the love of God for us.