The Gospel According to Mr. Potato Head
The Toy Story movies are innocent enough and a pleasant diversion fromthe responsibilities of adulthood. Having no TV has not cured me of a fun filmand I’m still a visual person. The Bible says that without a vision the peopleperish and since our thoughts are not His thoughts, it’s only natural that wewould twist the concept to our own liking. One of the joys of imagination isthat it gets away from us to the point of ultimate obsession or fills a void withmomentary inspiration. I’ve been blessed with both extremes and I willattempt to put a face on it for you. No pun intended.It is to the pastime of children, who are learning to craft an expression, ademeanor they might be stuck with all their life, that I present the changingview of the person commonly known as Mr. Potato Head. Now that he is inthe Church he prefers to be known as Brother Potato Head; not to beconfused with Pastor Potato Head who has a formal background in the studyof Potato Hermeneutic Development. That’s what his PHD stands for. In orderto stay on track we’ll avoid going into detail about his starchy tuber homelife, his sweet potato and the tater tots. This may be a delightful comparisonbut my theological spin on these particular Spudsters is limited.Imagine if you will first thing on Sunday morning waking up to a blankexpression. With no apparent reflection in the mirror and no clue as to how toput on a reasonable testimony of the truth, we’ll just have to sort through acollection of add on items that should cover the situation until after thebenediction. Then we can replace the outward appearance with a morerealistic expression of life beyond the church parking lot as we put on anappropriate phony face. The little ears that we had at 10 am are removedand an appropriate large set is put into place to capture the essence of gossip, opinion and a new CD just released by The Dipsy Chips. The drowsyeyes of the post offering sermon is now changed to a big colorful set of attentive peepers that you pop in to watch your favorite Sunday afternoonsports event. The nose that has no capacity to discern between religiousflatulence and a fragrant fellowship with God, has been replaced with hugegarage sized nostrils that are drawn away to the aroma of a false prophet’spromise. I could go on and on about the replaceable mouth that speaks onething at the Bible study and another thing at the water cooler and the flexiblehands that are raised in the worship service but lowered in the handling of worldly goods and everyday business, but I won’t.One item that doesn’t come in the box with the Potato Head Disciple is theheart of the apparatus and not something to be toyed with.
The heart isdeceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it? I the LORDsearch the heart, I try the reins, even to give every man according to his ways, and according to the fruit of his doings.
Keeping up appearances hasalways been a challenge and we have all been known to put on a front tocover an inner anxiety or hide a transgression from those around us. We fillthe duplicitous orifice with a plastic plug; a convenient nonessentialdistraction until the day the Holy Spirit or a close friend points out thedisguise. You can fool church people most of the time but you can’t fool Godat all and as we come to terms with true repentance we will eventuallyassume a suitable expression that will remain the same in every situation.Until that look is achieved there will always be numerous playful accessoriesand some assembly required
These six things doth the LORD hate: yea, seven are