The Tattoo Debate
My mother couldn’t believe it when I called her on the phone and told her about the pretty, small-stemmed red rose I chose for an imprint just off my shoulder in the famous tattoo studio close to where I stayed in San Francisco. She muttered something negative about that sailor’s influence meaning Tom, of course. This took place many years ago.
Maxine is right, in fact, that years later those once cute tattoos lose their appeal. Last year, Tom introduced me to a tat artist in our small town who told me he could not remove what looked today like a glob of ink on my back but he promised a new design in that spot. He drew a white daisy, my favorite flower, over it while Tom looked on.
Now it is my daughters who bring it up and not my mother. While helping me get dressed after surgery, they both voiced their opinions when they noticed my daisy design. I decided to take a tip from my mom and responded: “Remember, girls, I married the fun guy!”
Let’s just say my sons-in-law are of the predictable sort. I can’t imagine either one of them frequenting a tattoo parlor.
I agreed when my brother-in-law lovingly reminded me we Christians and Jews are not to mark our bodies: “Do not cut your bodies for the dead, and do not mark your skin with tattoos. I am the Lord.” Lev 19:28
Some folks dislike tattoos and others cover their bodies with them like a billboard for art. I’m not here to judge anyone.
The Most Important Thing
One thing I do know and believe with all my heart. That is, I am imprinted on God’s hand. I belong to Him and He will never let me go.
“Behold, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are continually before me.” Isaiah 49:16