Normally when I have a haircut, death is far from my mind; and might I add, this is generally a good thing. Yet on this occasion as I stood at the counter preparing to pay, my eye caught an image on the arm of the man behind the counter.
It was beautifully scripted, written in a lovely colour, and looked somewhat poetic; yet this fine work of art boasted only one word – DEATH.
Deftly striking up a conversation, I eluded to the bold statement hitching a ride on his bicep, commenting on his unique choice of words to indelibly print on one’s body. Mr Tattoo laughed and said others had also questioned his decision, wondering if he had been depressed when it was done. He assured me he had not been; also that he was not a masochist, nor did he have a death wish or any other disorder — he simply liked the design.
It made me wonder: what unsuitable image imprinted on my spirit am I tolerating, simply because I like the design?
Insecurity can look quite attractive when it masquerades as humility. Or success can appear rather colourful when the true design is labelled pride. ‘Freedom of expression’ sometimes hides behind the swirls of laziness, or ‘just appreciating her beauty’ becomes a smokescreen for the marks of lust written upon one’s heart. We are lured in by what looks attractive and acceptable outwardly, bypassing the true writing on the wall. Or in this case – arm.
Jesus bore the marks of death all over His body, so we would not have to. Those marks contained no façade –they declared total surrender.
His scars still write today. They engrave Freedom on the heart of anyone who seeks to be truly identified with Him…
…and that my friends, is a tattoo worth displaying.
“You show that you are a letter from Christ…written not with ink but with the Spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone but on tablets of human hearts.” 2 Corinthians 3:3