How can God redeem and save my life if he’s not even able to help me maintain a healthy weight?
Somehow, my body is sizable enough to undermine the power of the Gospel.
Only with those who consume three slices of pizza at Bible study and weigh significantly more than a chart demands can we assume gluttony is the secret sin. And yet these factors are rarely considered when a well-meaning friend sends me a link to the latest fad diet or a man avoids my eye as he announces to the waitress that no, we won’t be dessert.
I see it in the faces of guys I’m meeting for the first time after being matched on e Harmony, even though we’ve exchanged weeks of witty banter and embarrassing confessions.
I hear it in the concerned tones of mentors and parents who repeat phrases such as, “You’ve got such a pretty face,” and “I know you want to be married someday. ” [How the search for a soulmate went from church potlucks to Tinder] Every ounce of my being cringes, because they’re probably right. I am talented and opinionated and passionate and valuable.
That my body is a great concession that a man would have to make.
That everything that makes me lovable cannot outweigh my weight.
Fellow Christians have a biblical mandate to call out the sin in my life, and with that action they can also work toward eliminating an unsightly blemish on the church roster. Eating excessive amounts to fill an emotional void, while not necessarily sinful, is not indicative of a healthy spiritual life.