When I was in college, my friend Gailsy and I, had a test. I don’t remember exactly how it ever originated, but our test involved being able to squeeeeeezzzze our bodies into a pair of pink pants. Once we devised our test, I don’t think we ever actually wore the pants, they became our measuring stick. Sometimes I would lay even on the floor to get them fastened, just to say that I did it. Breathing was optional, I suppose. I can only imagine their size was waaaay smaller than we probably ever needed to be. If I could fit, it was cause for celebration….if not….oh my…let the eating disorders begin. Please don’t judge!
I will speak for myself now in saying that my motivation behind that test was the voices of the outside world seducing me (strong word? Yes, it was a strong pull! ). I allowed those voices to dictate the way I felt about myself. I am sad to say that I was diligent in my efforts to march to the drummer of the end justifies the means.
My friend and I laugh together about our stupidity all these years later. I guess I will have to claim the frontal lobe excuse once again….it obviously hadn’t developed yet, therefore reason and logic were clearly not present. However, I have to wonder if the lunacy that produced that memory is a Tree Star for me now. Those pink pants are a startling metaphor for many things in which I had blinders to anything but the result.
As I have aged, I realized that I have had many versions of those pink pants in my quest for health, weight, quality of living, etc. I have listened to the voices of culture as they proclaim their fixes and fountains of youth. In my confusion, I have watched as the pendulum swings from one extreme to the other with each new fad contradicting the previous to keep me flipping and flopping. What was once good… is now bad and vice versa. Culture is a fickle master. Its voices are strong. Its words are enticing. In looking there for answers, can I ever really determine what is right or better yet… wise? Perhaps unlike those pink pants, I need to shoot for the means justifying the end.
Now let me stop here and say that this is MY quest and I am not imposing it on you, dear reader. However, I just finished a book…What the Bible Says About Healthy Living by Dr. Rex Russell, MD, in conjunction with a book called The Blue Zones by Dan Buettner. I found them both to be positively compelling and thought provoking. It wasn’t the books themselves that was the game changer, but rather the fact that they led me back to what God had to say on this subject. I finally found a place of peace in the most likely of places. God’s word. He knows what is best for us. How could I have missed that? I trust him with so many aspects of my life: spiritual, moral, marriage, finances….but what about my healthful life? I had turned away from Him and looked toward culture to find that answer. I was missing what He had to say about all of this. I am dumbfounded at my foolishness.
All my confusion evaporated as it all finally made sense. Puzzle pieces that I had been holding onto for years, with no place to put them, have finally snapped squarely into place. My quest has ended. No longer will there be pendulum swings for me. I realize that God has given me knowledge and provision to live a healthful life because He wants something good FOR me, not FROM me. Thanks pink pants, you proved to be rather useful after all.
My people are destroyed from lack of knowledge~ Hosea 4 : 6
There is a way that seems right to a man, but in the end it leads to death~ Proverbs 14:12