Mysterious Theologian: Ben
Alas, my 5 0’clock shadow does not cover my nose, which is where an eternal zit loves to sit. See below.
Almighty Acne, when I look into the mirror with either vanity or despair at the form I see, you grace me by welling up and blossoming on my skin. Remind me with your pimply presence that my worth comes not from the smoothness of my flesh but from the sacred oil of your Anointed with which you sealed the very core of my being forever with the cross of Christ. With your never disappearing love, Oh Zit, lead me to wash daily in the waters of baptism. Amen.
Grimy God 