I've chronicled on this blog how we evangelicals and especially those of us reared in the Pentecostal and Holiness movements suffered because our folks get more tied up with HOW something is said, as opposed to the intent of the heart of the person speaking...so much UN-like our Lord Who does the exact opposite.
So, I can just see them out there when they see something titled "Save the Ta Tas" and their aghast expression. Then they'll wonder why those outside our ranks thing we're stupid. Guess what? When we act like that, we ARE stupid!
On a personal note, when I was eleven years old, my mother had a radical mastectomy and was told if she survived ten years, she was pretty much home free. I not only began to cling to my Mom, but I did a lot of growing up. Mom told me horror stories of being a well endowed young woman in a world of horn toads.
Suddenly, these delightful fleshly adornments became part of a living, breathing human being and not a future toy I longed to play with. (The evangeliscals will LOVE THAT honesty, but hey, let the Pharasees be the Pharasees)
I see grown men now going gah gah over breasts and referring to them as "titties" and only laugh at the lack of maturity. But they haven't walked in mine or my Mom's moccasins, so I have to cut them some slack.
Mom lived on another forty-one years and I cherished every second with her. Needless to say, breast cancer awareness is close to my heart
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