We all wear armor. There is a company out there called Under Armour. Clever name. We all want to be protected. We want to be safe. We want to be loved, but not just any love, a “safe” love where we never get hurt. It is so devastating when the person we love and trust completely no longer loves us the same way. What does our under armor do for us then?
For a moment, let us look at our armor. The first thing I think of is medieval knights with shiny metal. But King Arthur’s court is riddled with dishonor, cheating, and without virtue. All things a chivalrous knight was to uphold.
I worked in the secular world where at the time you always wore a three-piece business suit. You had to dress the part. It was a false impression, a show of power or that you were better than the other person by the clothes you wore. Then one day someone wore a pair of jeans and was terminated.
I look at the young people today that have so many tattoos. They say they are express in their freedom. I would suggest they are showing us their masters to whom they serve. Now look at yourself in the mirror. What does your armor look like? Your clothing, hairstyle, makeup, or what? Know what? Just like the gospel there is someone out there with better clothes, better deodorant, better hair, more tattoos.
How about we put on the armor of Christ. We do not have to worry what we look like. No, it is more important to ask where is my heart?
May the Lord bless you in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen