Cheek: (n) either side of the face below the eye.
To write or not to write–there is the question.
I could do both. Perhaps the concept the Sermon on the Mount intended us to employ was to moon people, and then allow them to smack our ass. Unlikely possibility, but certainly tickles my innards.
“Yes, my children, when you run across people who mistreat you, pull down your pants and show them your gluteus maximus. And if they decide to slap it, turn the other one to them.”
Of course, I don’t really feel this was the original meaning.
No, there was once a person who walked the Earth who thought it was better to offer the soft tissue of the face, to be bruised, rather than striking out with mayhem and murder.
You can’t break a cheek. It just bruises.
And in that split second–when you decide to turn the other cheek–you let people know that you continue to take the stance of being non-violent, buying time for reason to enter the soul of your adversary. Therefore he or she might give up the attack.
It is risky.
But it certainly is not as risky as reaching up quickly to remove the eye from your enemy, trying to see through your bleeding socket.