The Unicorn Inside
Once again, the unicorn is having its day.
This time, the trend could be driven by women my age, nostalgic for the Lisa Frank Trapper Keepers of their youth. Whatever the reason, unicorns are everywhere. Mugs, t-shirts, adult-sized footie pajamas. If you pay attention in the halls of commerce, you can’t escape these magical creatures. I may own a unicorn mug myself. And a unicorn soft toy. Which may or may not sit on my desk at home…
Footie pajamas don’t automatically lend themselves to deep analysis, but hey—this is Tiny Faith, right? Nothing is too small to consider!
I’m not exactly sure why unicorns speak to my soul, except that they do. Maybe they represent a childlike innocence I’d like to keep alive. Or a sense that inside each of us there is something extraordinary.
The Franciscan writer Richard Rohr claims that Christianity took a wrong turn when it emphasized salvation over and above incarnation. The Incarnation echoes the promises of Genesis: that everything God created is good—including human beings. But if salvation is at the center of our religion—as it mostly is here in the west—without incarnation to balance it, then we have what we have. A culture of people who hate themselves, or at least, don’t love themselves.
That’s a lot to see in footie pajamas. But I plan to keep drinking my tea, tasting the goodness of being an incarnate human, one who bears the image and likeness of God.
In my unicorn mug.
With love, Stephanie