All things are vanity...
And the lector stops at the Jewel for calamine to soothe the poison ivy afflicted (an ostensible corporal work of mercy)...and ends up pawing through the $.99 clearnance lipstick bin. There may be progress. She realizes that a $.99 tube of Maybelline Cherry-Chocolate lip gloss is of no lasting value. And remembers to bring home the calamine.

We receive the same lector’s letter/pep talk every six months. “We don’s just read the Good News...we proclaim it!” A bit of a stretch. I just strive to read it right. It’s a good thing we aren’t measured by some equation of profundity of passage read divided by minutes taken to act in complete opposition.