I’m sorry I haven’t been on here much. The whole one-handed blog posting just doesn’t make for worthwhile posts, in my opinion. I can’t speed up my fingers, nor slow down my thoughts, so it’s usually a tangled mess.
After you’ve read it, read below:
I’m not now, nor have I ever been a big fan of tattoos. At the least I find them unwise from the perspectives of health and fashion (how can you know what style you want to be when you’re baking cookies with the grandbabies?), at the worst possibly breaching God’s will (admonitions against marks and scarring in Leviticus), and various mid-level concerns as well. However, this is the first story I’ve come across (not that I look hard!) where I can honestly say that her tattoo (that possible breach of godly conduct) was based in one of the two most important commands – to love her neighbor. On this (and loving thy God!) do all the law and prophets rest.
What do you think?