Courtesy of a Southwest runway delay and a very entertaining stewardess:
Three men are walking in the desert and bump into a genie's lamp.
The genie pops out and asks the first man what his wish is.
"I want to be the strongest man in the world."
"Are you sure about that?" asks the genie.
"Yes!" the man replied, and POOF, his wish was granted.
The genie asks the second man what his wish is.
"I want to be the richest man in the world."
"Are you sure about that?" asks the genie.
"Yes!" the man replied, and POOF, his wish was granted.
The genie asks the third man what his wish is.
"I want to be the smartest man in the world."
"Are you sure about that?" asks the genie.
"Yes!" the man replied, and POOF, he turned into a woman.
Yeah, you are welcome!
Today I went to the store, intending to buy a few things. You know, apples and yogurt, the necessities to carry me through the next week. As I walked past the cosmetics area, I noticed that over the aisles were signs that said "Beauty". Each sign had some sort of eyeliner or lip gloss. They were on all white backgrounds, with bright gold eyeshadow powder and red lip stain.
Internally something revolted. That isn't what beauty is. And I am tired of the lies, of the misleading representation of beauty. Because when I think of beauty, I want to think first of these things:
Dearest Loveli, the most tempered, measured, independent girl.
Paula, with the eyes and smile that will steal your heart the instant you meet her.
The sunrise of all sunrises
The official joker & laugh machine of the Parsons family.
We live in a polluted and perverted society. I don't really think we'll ever change that as we'd like. I don't think our self-deprecation or judgmental attitudes will ever fully go away. But I think we all long for true, deep beauty. The kind of beauty that comes from a newborn baby or an unobstructed view of creation or in watching someone utilize his or her giftedness. Beauty comes in PB&J smeared faces and sweaty Haitian children in polyester dresses. Beauty comes in encouraging other people, in serving other people, and in dying to self.
Because, just like Psalms says, those who look to Him are radiant.
So...take that, Target cosmetics department. I boycott your products and advertising today. Figure out how to bottle some liquid joy from Paula, and maybe I'll reconsider our relationship.
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