One Wednesday night, I was wandering through the church during youth group, and a small group of guys were in the midst of an interesting powwow, to which they tried to pull me in:
“Hey Pastor, what do you think of tattoos?”
I made some semi-funny (at least to me) remark, and then scooted out the door. But that turned out to be one of the many moments in life that I wished to have back, and upon reading this article on the booming tattoo removal industry, it seemed like now might be a ripe opportunity to make some comments.
I’ve personally never been tempted to get a tattoo, but then again, they weren’t popular in my day, and stats now tell a different story:
“According to the Pew Research Center, more than 40 percent of Americans between the ages of 26 and 40 have at least one tattoo. Getting a tattoo, once the province of sailors rather than suburbanites, is so mainstream that tats are inked at the mall and seen on everyone from Middle American mothers to H Street hipsters to Hollywood starlets.”
I’ve talked about this topic on and off again with my kids – my word to them has always been that you can love God and get a tattoo – I never want to needlessly create a Romans 7 rebellion; but I have always advised against it, because the image you love today may be the image you hate, or at least, couldn’t care less about, tomorrow.
So the potential of deep regret – not a Bible verse – has always been the driving force behind my advice to hold off on the ink, and I’m wondering if any of you have stories of tattoo regret, or perhaps you would like to fill me in on plans for your up and coming tat?
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