One of the best gifts Scott ever gave me was my own remote control for the TV. (Yes, ladies, that’s true love.) He even put my name on it! I guess he got tired of my complaining about the commercials. My favorite buttons are mute and fast forward.
Have you ever noticed how many commercials appeal to our bodily functions and needs? Take this medicine (and listen to an ad nauseam* litany of side effects), wear this clothing (so you can be accepted by the in crowd), try this diet (mainly a first-world issue), fix your sexual dysfunction (I won’t even go there). Drives me crazy! How can I keep my right focus intact when the world’s messages are clearly skewed toward the body?
I am a spirit; I have a soul; I live in a body.
We spend thousands of hours and dollars on trying to make our bodies healthy and fit and good looking. This is not to say that neglecting self-care is acceptable, but what would happen if we paid as much attention to our soul/spiritual needs as we did to our bodies? And what if networks were required to have sponsors who provided a balance of appeals to the whole person?
What would those commercials sound like?
Send me a link to the best TV commercial for the soul. Go ahead . . . I dare you!
*in case you’re wondering, ad nauseam literally means “to the point of sickness.” How’s that for irony?