I dig Brad Pitt. In my opinion, he’s a great actor. From what I’ve learned about him, I think he’s good dude. He’s down to earth. He pranks and can take a prank. He loves his wife and kids. He drinks untainted black coffee and rides a motorcycle (fitting well into my definition of “dude”). Nevermind that our culture worships him as a “beautiful” man, and a “cinema god.”
IN 2009, he appeared on the cover of W Magazine. He did the photo shoot on one condition—that artist Chuck Close, known for his super detailed portraits that reveal every skin flaw, do the shots. Pitt would wear no make-up and there would be no airbrushing of the years of wear on his face.
I saw the magazine in the airport years ago. I’ve never forgotten it. Sure enough you could see lines, wrinkles, crow’s feet, and all. He looked more like his then 45 years of age rather than how the magazines and movies usually portray him. And he wanted it that way. (Go here for picture and article.)
I must admit that I felt pretty good about myself when I saw that photo. I just wish Pitt had a bald spot too. A pooch in his mid-section would be nice. But I’ll take what I can get.
“Beauty and Bodies” are worshiped in our culture. And we just can’t help but compare ourselves. We can always find something wrong with us—too tall, or short, chubby, skinny, acne, acne scars, thin lips, thick ankles, mid-section spare tire, hump-shouldered, stretch marks, crooked teeth, yellow teeth, big feet, hairy back, flat butt, big butt, no butt, unibrow, bushy brows, bad nails, frizzy hair, oily hair, thin hair, flat hair, missing hair, skinny calves, white skin, leather skin, chalky skin, wrinkled face, and on and on and on and on.
Yet, God is opposite in His attraction to us. He woos our hearts in Christ. And our hearts woo Him. Not our bodies.
Could it be that God let’s our bodies droop so that our hearts might find their identity and joy in Him? Does he allow the sagging to remind us of what He finds truly beautiful? Self-worth and self-peace are found in the God who dotes over our hearts, not our beauty or body.
So today, I am thankful for my balding head. I’m thankful for my ever-growing crows-feet. I’m thankful for the hair growing in places it shouldn’t be. How can that be? Because God loves me from the inside out. What a relief. And what a joy. God dotes over my heart, and yours. How much more ought we to dote over His.