No Improvement
“You have made us a little lower than God, and crowned us with glory and honor.” – Psalm 8:4-5
I get spam. You get spam. We all get spam. Unsolicited ads trumpeting fat-blockers, colon-flushers, stock tips too good to be true. I’ve stationed four squadrons of spam-blocking dragons at my e-gates, but the stuff still gets through.
Recently I was informed that a beautiful Russian woman was “still waiting to meet me.” Still? Gosh, just how long has poor Svetlana been out there, pining? And then there’s a persistent person named Octavia Presely who spams me daily with an offer of pills to enlarge a body part I don’t possess. And that prince in Nigeria who will make me rich if I send him my credit card information.
The people who are out to make a fast buck in cyberspace regard me as the most pathetic of human beings. They look at my life and weep. My hair could be thicker. My colon could be cleaner. My bank account could be fattter. My body could be thinner. My girlfriend could be Russian. What isn’t wrong with me?
Everything isn’t wrong with me. Or with you, either. We aren’t in need of improvement. Not in things that count, anyway. Don’t you know? We’re who The Holy was thinking about while fashioning moons and suns and swirling stars. Crowned with glory, we are. Processions of angels go ahead of us, crying, “Make way for the image of God!”
Take that, spammers!
Believe that, everyone!
Prayer
“A little less than God.” If I’m not content with that, I may never be content with anything. So help me love who you made me to be. Amen.
About the AuthorMary Luti is Interim Senior Pastor, Wellesley Village Church, Wellesley, Massachusetts.