30.08.09

Today I played Saul of Tarsus in a drama at church. It was "Extreme Makeover Soul Edition" and boy did I need one. Cathy had assembled a costume that made me look like a smaller Hagrid or Sith lord John the Baptist. It was awesome. I had two lines totalling four words because I'm new to church drama. I don't think they wanted to throw me in the deep end because I'm obviously not ready. They even cut one of my lines. I got a hip hop makeover complete with a giant Star of David and associated bling (which i gave to the Bayly's for their birthday). What really stuck with me though was that I didn't feel any different in my heart afterwards; certainly I was more fashionable, but deep down I was the same monster. This was registered in my stone cold expression slash vacant stare, and in my static unmoving body. Sometimes it is good to be reminded that it takes much more than a makeover to change who you are on the inside, and that it is the inside which really matters. Too often I fall into the consumerist trap but Jesus doesn't buy it for a second.