Why I Chose Not to Get a Tattoo

There was a season when the pressure to get a tattoo was strong. Not just any tattoo, o. I had already designed the ministry version. 😄

"An eagle boldly spread across my front torso. A lion majestically on my back. At one point, I even considered upgrading it to a Lion & Lamb combination; Psalm-Canaan edition. 🦁🐑"

The appointment was booked. The tattoo parlor was secured. All systems were ready.

Then I decided to run one final conscience check. I remembered something Pastor Flora used to say:

"Anything you cannot come to the altar to testify about, don't do it."

That statement stayed with me!

Not everything is about right or wrong. Some things are about inner witness.

So I asked myself a simple question: If I eventually get this tattoo, will I hide it? If it must be hidden, what's the point?

And if I boldly display it, what message am I silently preaching?

I know myself, once I show it, some teenagers will feel licensed:

"If sir can do it, why can't I?"

And just like that, a door opens… not to liberty, but to excess. That was when Paul's words made fresh sense to me:

"For the sake of my brother, I will not eat meat."

Not because meat is evil. But because love sometimes chooses restraint. Christianity does not erase culture. It lives within culture, as long as culture does not contradict the Word.

And honestly, I also thought about the controversy. In this age of social media screenshots, viral dragging, and pastors becoming hashtags, I had to ask myself: Was it worth it?

Was it worth putting the Gospel on the spotlight, not to reveal Christ but to stir debates, challenge norms, and provoke endless arguments?

Some conversations are useful. Others only distract.

I realized I did not want my body art to become a talking point that overshadowed the message I carry.

So, no tattoos for me. Not because I am more holy. But because; peace, wisdom, and the Gospel are worth more than ink. 😌