Ever wish you could take your tired, aging body, toss it into one of those blue recycling bins, and wait for the truck to come by—only to be melted down and turned into something shiny and new?
Or…knowing my luck…a seat cushion.
I refuse to go the route of Hollywood Celebs with thick pocketbooks and thicker self-absorption who recycle their faces at the local plastic surgeon. Most stars come out of the plastic machine looking wide eyed, swollen and ….scary.
Yes, plastic is recyclable, but do we really want reused syrup bottles in our cheek bones?
Now hair—that’s a better recyclable donation.
Women grow out their locks to make wigs for cancer patients, and that’s a beautiful thing.
But if I donated my never-had-a-good-hair-day mop, someone might come looking for me and slap me in the face.
Then again…is bad hair better than no hair?
Depends on the day.
We hear it all the time: Reduce. Reuse. Recycle.
And honestly, that idea fits right into how we were meant to live. God didn’t hand us a beautiful world and say, “Don’t worry, I’ll send a cleaning crew.”
We’re the caretakers. We are responsible.
But recycling ourselves goes beyond bottles and hair…
Think about organ donation.
A dear friend of mine passed away, and his loss brought life to seven others. Seven families received a treasured gift.
After all, a secondhand heart is better than a broken one.
Why would you not donate your organs? Folks are stingy even if they will not be using them anymore!
(Just…please make sure I’m completely gone before you start handing out my parts.)
We recycle more than we realize.
We reuse words.
We reuse stories.
We quote things we didn’t write and laugh at shows we’ve already seen.
Solomon said there’s nothing new under the sun—and honestly, he could’ve been talking about entertainment in this century…all remakes, redos, reboots and no new thoughts.
But here’s where it gets personal.
We love the idea of recycling…as long as it’s convenient.
Or profitable.
Back in the day, I recycled Coke bottles—not for the environment, but for the cash.
Later, I tried cloth diapers to “save the planet”…until reality hit. Let’s just say my priorities shifted quickly.
And when we die?
We talk about returning to ashes—but then we put ourselves in sealed coffins with plastic flowers on top.
How green is that?
Honestly, I’d rather be fertilizer.
Because here’s the truth…
People are recyclable.
Not just our parts. Not just our stuff.
Our lives.
We all make mistakes. We all have things we wish we could redo.
As a Christian, we love to recycle lives… to be made new.
That’s where faith changes everything.
In Christ, no life is too far gone.
No past too messy. No person too broken.
What the world calls trash…God calls redeemable.
So—am I recyclable?
My hair (questionable), my words, my organs, my corpse, my soul…yes.
Absolutely.
And just one last question…
Can I recycle my kids?
Because I’ve got a blue bin out front and pickup is Monday morning.
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