She was looking at my ass. Yes, looking straight at it. Gazing, staring, eyeballing, taking in my ass.
She was my 80+ year-old Aunt, Aunt Mae. My brother, Ken, and I were having lunch with Aunt Mae and Aunt Betty, reminiscing about my parents, about years gone by too quickly. When I stood up to start my round of good-byes is when Aunt Mae zeroed in on my ass, or the lack thereof. She said, “No ass. You have no ass. Just like all the Ayers men.” And then she smiled and said, “Ayers men have it all up front.”
Aunt Mae is sweet. Some things she is right about and some things she is wrong about. She was right about me having no ass and Ayers men having no ass. Ayers men can be asses, but we have no ass.
My mother, a Horn, liked calling her four sons “No ass.” None of us had an ass. Zero out of 4.
Fortunately, having a nice ass was not a requirement of my wife. Having a square chin and broad shoulders were on her list, though.
Do you like your body?
Do you have anybody who admires parts of your body?
The author of the Song of Solomon had his eye on someone. (7:1-10)
How graceful are your feet in sandals,
O queenly maiden!
Your rounded thighs are like jewels,
the work of a master hand.
2 Your navel is a rounded bowl
that never lacks mixed wine.
Your belly is a heap of wheat,
encircled with lilies.
3 Your two breasts are like two fawns,
twins of a gazelle.
4 Your neck is like an ivory tower.
Your eyes are pools in Heshbon,
by the gate of Bath-rabbim.
Your nose is like a tower of Lebanon,
5 Your head crowns you like Carmel,
and your flowing locks are like purple;
a king is held captive in the tresses.
6 How fair and pleasant you are,
O loved one, delectable maiden!
7 You are stately as a palm tree,
and your breasts are like its clusters.
8 I say I will climb the palm tree
and lay hold of its branches.
O may your breasts be like clusters of the vine,
and the scent of your breath like apples,
9 and your kisses like the best wine
that goes down smoothly,
gliding over lips and teeth.
10 I am my beloved’s, and his desire is for me.
We spend so much time in our bodies it’s important that we like our bodies. You may not like everything about your body but can you find something to celebrate about your body today? With God’s help, can you stop comparing yourself to Hollywood stars and anorexic models? Can you start viewing your body more as a friend and less as an enemy?
The church, unfortunately, has taught us to be leery of our bodies. It has not taught us God chose to put us in bodies. God said, “Let them have asses.” And they had asses. God said, “Let them have toes.” And they had toes. God said, “Let them have fingers.” And they had fingers.
One of the first things I noticed about my wife was her beautiful fingers. Beautiful fingers was on my must-have list.
If bodies are so bad, why did God create them?
Adelia Prado, a Brazilian poet, highlights the abundance of hunger, appetites, and desires of human beings. Prado celebrates the body in a deeply spiritual, sensual way.
Apparently Prado would not be attracted to Ayers men. In her poem “Neighborhood” she writes:
he only went to primary school
and his bad grammar grates on me.
But he’s got a man’s rump so seductive
I fall desperately in love with him.
(The Alphabet in the Park: Selected Poems of Adelia Prado, Translated and with an Introduction by Ellen Watson, p. 42)
May you live in your body full of God’s grace and glory. Amen.