So, during the Sunday School hour, the kids made a headband with floppy ears that stuck up. As a prank, the ushers came down the aisle to collect the offering, all wearing a set of these bunny ears. I laughed and, to show I was not phased, used it as a transition into my sermon time. After they departed, and before the sermon, I’m thinking bunny ears, Easter. I waxed eloquent about adapting popular culture to teach spiritual truths, IE the Easter Egg and Rabbit, symbols of new life etc. Later, I found out that the ears were donkey ears. Donkey. Jesus riding. Palm Sunday. Palm smacks forehead.
I’d been pushed, prodded, and poked plenty over the past few days but being body-shaved by a nurse at 6:30 in the morning was a whole new level of dignity loss. I’m a very hairy man. My hairy chest is one of the things my wife says she finds especially attractive about me. How she narrows it down from so many choices I don’t know but that particular attraction is now gone. So is the hair on my belly, legs, and… other areas. I didn’t really look at the whole effect in a mirror until I was three days post-surgery and on my first full day at home. I looked like a tide-beached whale, only not as attractive as that.