About Me

Woman, reader, writer, wife, mother of two sons, sister, daughter, aunt, friend, state university professor, historian, Midwesterner by birth but marooned in the South, Chicago Cubs fan, Anglophile, devotee of Bruce Springsteen and the 10th Doctor Who, lover of chocolate and marzipan, registered Democrat, practicing Christian (must practice--can't quite get the hang of it)--and menopausal.
Names have been changed to protect the teenagers. As if.

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Perfection

My niece Anne's chiropractor/nutritionist/alternative health guru says that the state of one's bowel movements indicate one's overall bodily health. She says that said movements should be 1. odorless, 2. effortless, and 3. buoyant (that is, the final product should float). After many years of experience and observation, I have concluded that this medical mandate is the rather earthy counterpoint to Jesus' spiritual command: "Be ye perfect, even as I am perfect." Aspirational and inspirational, yes, but never to be achieved within this lifetime.

Which immediately and inevitably raises the question: What about Jesus' bowel movements? Oh, don't get all huffy on me. That's the scandal of the Incarnation: Jesus made flesh, God become Man. A man. A man who must have had to poop. So, did Jesus' poos stink? Did they sink? No, I imagine they floated effortlessly, joyously, playfully, smelling like apricots.

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