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For what it’s worth, I’m saddened by the number of young people who’re sporting tattoos these days. They generally look pretty bad from a distance — like bruises or discolored blotches — and, while they’re perhaps fun (and maybe even, sometimes, cute up close) for a short while, I don’t like the fact that they’re essentially permanent. You can change your outfit, but you can’t change your tats. What once seemed attractive or funny may lose its charm after, say, ten or forty years. And just wait until the skin begins to age and sag, as it inevitably will. I think it would be wise to invest in tattoo-removal. Within a decade or two, I expect that to be a booming and lucrative industry.
But here’s a little item about a venerable but perhaps rather surprising tradition of Christian tattooing:
(Christian it may be, and even, in its way, admirably faith-affirming, but I doubt that President Hinckley would be very enthusiastic about it.)
Posted from Honolulu, Hawaii
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