Mysterious Theologian: Pastor Stephanie Kershner of Grace Lutheran Church in Scarsdale, NY.
A [small] sampling of [modified] conversations I’ve had with my husband concerning his beard:
While eating some delicious Tom Yum Noodle Soup:
Me: Um, your beard is in your soup.
Husband: Oops. (Removes beard from soup, which leads to a nice dribble of broth down the front of his shirt.)
In the evening after he’s returned from working in Brooklyn for the entire day:
Me: What’s that chunk of stuff in your beard?
Husband: Huh? (Juts out chin and picks at random segments of hair.)
Me: No, more to the right.
Husband: (Successfully finds mysterious chunk.) Are you kidding me? That’s the oatmeal I ate for breakfast this morning. I’ve been walking around the whole day with that in there! Why didn’t anyone tell me?!?!
In the morning while drinking his morning coffee:
Me: You’ve got a little in your mustache.
Husband: I’m saving it for later.
Let us pray. Almighty God, may the oil from greasy cheese pizzas that drips down our chins (or soaks our facial hair – be we ever so lucky) remind us that we are Your beloved and anointed children. May the bits of bright green spinach that get caught in our teeth (or lost in our overgrown forest of facial follicles) remind us of the bounty of food you have given us. May the sugar that sticks to the corners of our mouths (or the blunt bristles of our mustaches) from an evening cocktail with friends remind us of the sweetness of blessed fellowship. May the delicate, almost miniscule crumbs from flaky croissants that fall softly like snowflakes into the weaves and grooves of our clothing (or the Velcro-like strands of our beards) remind us of the bread, Christ’s body, that we have been graciously given. For all these good gifts, and for many more (more than the number of hairs on our heads or on our chins), we give thanks. Amen.
CHALLENGE: Stephanie Kershner challenges Pastor Paul Block of Transfiguration Lutheran Church in the Bronx, NY with the following:
“My husband (previously mentioned and pictured!) will tell you that I have an incredibly keen sense of smell. I can sniff out stink like a well trained police dog. One of the worst offenders? Worn and weathered running shoes.”