A new man from head to toe

I have a radio in my car. I like to hear music while I’m driving. The station I’ve chosen plays songs from the last forty years. I’d like the station even more if it expanded the selection to the last sixty or seventy years, but I enjoy most of the songs it plays. Their DJs chatter a bit too much for my tastes, but on the other hand the music is free.

Of course nothing is truly free. Someone has to pay the costs of running a radio station, and that someone consists of sponsors. In between the songs I like are advertisements trying to make me discontent with my life. They seek to create a need that they then can satisfy by selling me their product. Our national economy depends heavily upon this creation of needs and desires, along with the sale of items to meet those needs and satisfy those desires.

So the radio sponsors want to remake me from head to toe. One warns me of hair loss and promises to stop and reverse the loss of my hair. Another offers to improve my hearing so I will know what I’ve been missing. A third offers eye surgery so I will no longer need glasses or contacts. A dentist’s office offers me a better smile, assuring me that people who smile more are happier and live longer. Yet another sponsor offers to remove pockets of fat, leaving me looking younger and fitter. Still another criticizes my wardrobe, promising to interview me about the clothing I like and send packages of clothing to my home—I only have to pay for what I like; I can send the rest back at no cost. Finally, one sponsor assumes that I am miserable because of foot pain; this sponsor says my life can be fuller and happier if I buy foot supports at their store.

I’m glad that these services exist for people who want them and need them. We all need dentists, and a few people need foot supports. But on the whole, I’m content with my body. I know that Christian stewardship includes caring for the body God created. I keep it clean, eat properly, and try to get enough exercise. But no radio ad is going to persuade me to spend money to reverse my hair loss, fix my eyes, or fill my closet with a whole new wardrobe. I accept the way I look. So far as I know, my appearance does not frighten animals or small children. So I think I’ll keep my money until I spend it on things that matter more to me.

After all, I only get to use this body for a lifetime. Some day it will be dead and buried, and I won’t be using it any more. After that a Day will come when it will rise, healed of all its problems, and then I will have it forever. It will be new from head to toe, and in the new creation nothing will ever go wrong with this body.

So I do not need to envy the full head of hair other men sport, nor their 20-20 vision, nor their fancy clothes. The Bible tells us not to covet. Advertisers have different ideas about coveting, but my confidence is in the Lord, who promises me a brand-new resurrected body at no cost to myself. J.

13 thoughts on “A new man from head to toe

  1. I believe you are from Chicago? Then you know about WLS-AM back in the day… much too many commercials between songs, but we were hip listening to that station.. WCFL being a close second. We are Boomers.. and all through our lives we were the juggernaut of marketing efforts because of our sheer numbers and buying power. Now we are seniors… and all the damn commercials are about drugs, teeth needing to be fixed, home gadgets to keep us safe from falling; keep us from walking too far. Specially designed cell phones with bigger numbers and less swiping… life insurance, AARP memberships. All this makes one wonder if there will ever be an economy remaining once the last baby boomer dies off.

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    • You are right about WLS. My parents always had the home radio tuned to WGN–Wally Phillips in the morning and Cubs games in the afternoon. But I heard plenty of WLS on the schoolbus. J.

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  2. my husband will testify that hearing aids are overly overrated.
    Plantar fascitis never seems to go away despite the promises—
    hair loss is inevitable for those with certain genes
    and clothes are so fickled…
    But you made me laugh as I’m glad you’re not frightening animals or small children 🙂

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