PAX, I agree. Others do not have the right to see everyone’s physical imperfections or see them in a manner they find embarrassing, uncomfortable, or just not at their best. This includes everyone from the woman with pale, thin lips who wears lipstick or gloss, the teen with acne who covers it with prescription lotion, the combat victim who hides his missing leg from knee on down beneath his pants and matching shoe, to the woman who wears a prosthetic breast because she’s had a mastectomy due to cancer. Nobody has the need or right to see the lady’s pale thin lips, the teen boy’s zits, the veteran’s stump, or the woman has only one breast!
All of us present ourselves in different ways under different circuмstances without hypocrisy or dishonesty. When I go to Mass, I present myself differently than when I’m ready for bed, tent camping, cleaning out the garage, working as a cook at the luncheonette, or for an exam by the doctor! Do my different attire, make-up, jewelry, hair style, or footwear make me immoral, sinful, under influence of the devil, or a liar? Does anyone here think their priest climbs into bed fully clothed in his cassock, collar to black shoes? Does the bishop wear his mitre, cassock with red piping, pectoral cross, red zucchetto, and carry his crosier to wash his car? (“No,” according to Bp. Sanborn, “That’s why I have seminarians!”)
It’s time for me to go to bed. I’ve removed my lip gloss and light coverup (on my brown recluse bite and surgery scar) and replaced my church clothes with flannel banana pajamas and fuzzy purple socks. Shame on me for hiding my true face and comfortable garb from those at Mass!
Good-night!
Sleep tight!
Don’t let the
bedbugs bite!