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Fools and frank talk

For the wisdom of this world is foolishness in the sight of God.  - 1 Cor. 3:19

I spent a terrific afternoon with some young adults yesterday at the Arise Conference at Aquinas College.  It was a great opportunity to spend time with  passionate, faithful folks and I shared my thoughts on Theology of the Body.

In our readings today, it is clear that God wants us to pay attention to our bodies:  they are temples of the Holy Spirit!  Can't get any better than that, can we?  Unfortunately, as I shared yesterday, we live in this "split-personality" culture where bodies are everywhere, but none are revered.   Bodies aren't holy  - they are useful objects that we use, abuse and treat like refuge.

One of the questions I posed to the young adults yesterday was,  "Are there legitimate limits of what we can do to our bodies, and if so, what are they?"  If God creates, may we distort?  The eco-sheriffs tell us no:  we must preserve nature.  But what about our bodies?  Aren't they the peak of creation?  If that tree deserves protection, don't I?

It's sad to live in a world where young women die in hotel rooms because they want a "butt lift" so badly they are willing to put up with cut-rate risks.  It's sad to live in a world where websites promote anorexia and bulimia.  It's sad to live in a world where young men dream big league dreams and see steroids as the way to reach that.

What's the solution?  We can't change everything today, but recognizing that God's plan is better than the ways of a world of fools is a good first step.  'Cause who wants to be a fool?

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