The Holes In My Head:

Are really just long forgotten piercings. I thought they had closed up on me, but no.

I will regale you with the tale:

I was standing before the mirror, in my very large and oddly constructed bathroom on 8th, during one of many uber-religious phases. Small silver studs on pierced ears; friends for months. I had been frustrated with apathetic Christianity in general; though alot pertaining to me. My solution, as it always tends to be, manipulate the physical thereby giving the appearance of the spiritual (this mannerism has cause more frustration than any other). Thus the ears were stripped in accordance with such timeless laws as "Thou shalt clothe thyself in righteousness" and "Thou shalt not dress like a woman." Both of which are fantastic and I thoroughly wish to adhere to them, but piercings fit neither category. And as most laws, where God is concerned, they now take on a spiritual dimension; pertaining less to the physical, but becoming a manifestation of spirit through flesh. (Which of course doesn't touch on the fact that the law has been abolished so that we may now live by the spirit, but the results of those laws come out through faith in said Spirit and its direction.) So for months I'd lived an unaccessorized lifestyle. And the once pierced ears had closed for good . . . So I thought.

That was until, for the sake of humor, I tried on the Bridesmaid earrings for a friends wedding. They of course slid right in; surprise, surprise. I thought for a minute, probably less, and decided "Yes I will acquire another set of earrings." (though not quite as formally responded) But money and my desire to travel to The Mall stayed my hand.

Until Monday.

Minor as it may seem. I went to the JCP, mostly in search of white polo shirts for work; of which I found two on sale for $6.50. Whilst I was there it crossed my mind "I should go to Claire's and buy some earrings." Simultaneously, the voice in my head that tells me not to do good things piped up and gave his two cents. I of course, faced with a mild confusion, made the choice I usually do "Not now we'll think about it later." That was until I was readied to mount Doris and this thought crossed my mind "Go back and I will show you my love." Now there are a few times that I would say, "Yes I have heard the voice of God," but it doesn't make sense to me why he would bother tellling me to go back and buy earrings. In response I go into Claire's where upon the song "Gone" by TobyMac is playing (in a secular store mind you). Which really doesn't mean much. The mildly weird part (and probably a mental stretch on my part) is when I went about my financial records; subtracting the price of the earrings from the alloted amount for my free spending. The final total was $3.16.

Which speaks of John 3.16 . . . the famous verse about God's love.

Luv.
Clay