Pinky People

Of all the brilliant things the apostle Paul said to us (and yes, I acknowledge there are many people out there who hate Paul and would argue that he wasn’t so brilliant, but I’m not going to tackle that question today, so back to my point . . .)

Of all the brilliant things the apostle Paul said to us, near the top of the list for me is the analogy of the church as a body (1 Cor 12). “Just as a body, though one, has many parts,” he tells us, “so it is with Christ” – that is, with his church. We are unified, but we’re also all different. Different in abilities, different in functions, different in passions . . . but all part of one body. And all NEEDED.

“The eye cannot say to the hand, ‘I don’t need you!’”. We need every single part. Although we tend to give special attention to the eyes, the mouth, the hands – the preachers, the teachers, the evangelists – the parts that seem so obviously critical – Paul reminds us that “the parts that we think are less honorable we treat with special honor” (the nursery worker? the guy who picks up the trash after every event?), and “the parts that are unpresentable are treated with special modesty” (maybe that brand new believer who still hasn’t wiped the f-word from his vocabulary?), and “those parts of the body that seem to be weaker are indispensable.”

The weaker parts. Witness the little pinky toe.

If we were voting on the most worthless part of the body, that might be what I would have nominated. The pinky toe. Bless its heart. It sits there looking all cute and sweet and accomplishing nothing of value in this world.

At least I thought so until I frickin’ BROKE mine the other day.

During a 3am trek in the dark to the toilet, I stubbed my left little toe on the corner of a dresser. And I know you are all wincing out there just at the thought . . . because you’ve been there and done that, yes? It’s awful. It’s a unique and ridiculous kind of pain.

But how many of you have actually broken the dang thing??

Oh, people . . . it was excruciating. I ended up sitting for an hour in the middle of the night with ice on my little toe (and writing and posting my last blog post – fun fact), wondering if I was going to be on crutches for the next couple weeks. (Y’all . . . MY SUMMER.) All because of that ridiculous, pointless, useless little digit hanging off the side of my foot, which isn’t even as cute as it tries to be, thank you very much!!!!

However, that silly little digit has redeemed itself in my eyes. As it turns out, the pinky toe is not so worthless after all – not on my body and not in the church. A quick google search will tell you that the pinky toe provides “balance and propulsion”.

BALANCE. My lack of balance the last couple days has been noticeable (and concerning to some of my friends – “Do you need a cane?” – Oh, heavens, no). And it has caused me to take notice of the unheralded benefits of being able to stand and move without falling down. I mean, something we take for granted, yes?

And people, does the church need balance right now? Good grief . . . have you not been paying attention? “Extreme” feels like an understatement when describing the divisions in our country that the church (to its SHAME) has willingly taken sides in. We have abandoned the messy middle where people actually communicate with each other and where Jesus, therefore, is actually present.

PROPULSION. The hobble I’ve had to adopt in the last couple days doesn’t just make me feel like an old woman; it keeps me from getting stuff done efficiently. And yes, I do recognize the value of slowing down once in a while, but forward motion is still required if I’m going to accomplish anything in a day.

And does the church need to be propelled? Once we’re back in balance and pointed in the right direction, yes, I would say so. Inertia is strong; courage is lacking; we need to be pointed and pushed.

So now, I’m actively looking for the pinky toes in my life and in the broader church in my life. Who are the little unseen people who are providing balance? Who are the ones behind the scenes propelling us forward, making things happen? Because those people are apparently far more important than we realize.

And they desperately need protection from sharp, evil corners in the middle of the night.

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