So... we find ourselves on Saturday night at Borders Books. Todd is looking for a computer manual of some sort and I'm booked out, so I land in the periodical section. It's been years since I've looked at a bookstore magazine rack and I was intrigued by all the new titles. One thick glossy magazine in the back of the rack looked particularly colorful and interesting, so I pulled it out. Turns out, it was an entire magazine about cosmetic surgery, complete with an exhaustive section on the country's top appearance alterers.
I know I should have just put it back, but some dark curiosity compelled me to keep flipping the pages. In about five minutes time, I learned about problems and cures for things I never knew existed. There are liquid lifts, thread lifts, knee lifts, even hand lifts! A major article detailed what one might "need" from about 40 on. There are slacking skin issues associated with parts of the face I never knew about. After becoming sufficiently informed and disgusted, I shut the magazine and shoved it back on the shelf.
A couple seconds later, Todd ambled by.
"Do you think I have sagging skin in the mid-section?" I wondered aloud.
"Absolutely not," he (wisely) replied.
"Do you know what mid-section I'm talking about?" I probed.
"Is there more than one?" he asked.
"According to this magazine, I have a mid-section in my face and things have no doubt begun to descend."
Todd studied my face intently, not knowing whether or not I was going over the edge on a raft or pulling his leg.
"Do you think I need a face lift?" I quizzed.
"Absolutely not," he (wisely) said. "Are you kidding?"
"I'm kidding," I allowed, "but, thanks to that magazine, I'm now aware of problems I never even knew I had!"
Billy Graham's beloved wife, Ruth, died at the age of 87 last week. At her memorial service, Dr. Graham was quoted as saying "I wish you could look in that casket because she's so beautiful." That, friends, is real and enduring beauty.
I think I'll pass on the remedy for my "mid-section" and hold off for a few decades on those knee and hand lifts. Because the beauty I really aspire to can't be bought or whittled.
Word Study: The Hebrew word hebel is translated literally as "breath" but used metaphorically throughout the OT to mean vanity, futility and/or temporality. In Ecclesiastes alone, the word occurs 38 times. While some scholars believe the author of Ecclesiastes concludes that all life is meaningless, others suggest that the point in context is that meaning in life cannot be found outside of God. ( Source: Mounce's Complete Expository Dictionary of Old and New Testament Words)