Fig Leaves.

...But shame and concealment don't stop with food. They're in the empty bottles, stashed in the wardrobe or the car boot. The rows of outfits with the price tags still attached. The maxed-out credit card. The shaking fingers, the sleeping tablets. The frenetic cleaning. The altar of work. The holidays, the schools, the job, the grades. These things act as storm breakers against the tides of criticism and self-contempt. But the shelter they offer is as illusiory as the identity they shore up.

And, despite the rebranding, they're not new strategies either. These bone-wearying, soul-destroying, life-denying attempts to cover our shame are simply fig leaves by another name. And just as effective. No, just as Adam and Eve learnt - to deal with sin and to deal with our shame takes more than our efforts. It takes sacrifice. Blood. But not mine - no-matter how deep I cut. Another died to clothe them in the garments they didn't deserve (Gen 3:21).

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