Robert’s Hair is wild. It is a little coarse, curly, about 50 different colors ranging from platinum to light brown and there are bushels of it. Robert likes his Hair.
It all started around the time we watched Blue Hawaii starring Elvis Pressley. Either that or when he started reading books with pictures of Superman. Either way, you get the picture. He twists a curl in the middle of his forehead unconsciously and it looks just like the curl Christopher Reeve sported with his red cape.
All summer when his Hair was wet from the pool, he ran his fingers through those curls, standing them on end a fabulous three or four inches from his scalp and they did stand straight out…it’s impressive!
I love the Hair short so I can see his big eyes and his close-cropped daddy sometimes suggests that he cut it. I used to pester and nag until Grandma Jan suggested that we leave him alone, that he, the person who is Robert, really likes his Hair the way it is.
He isn’t proud about the Hair. As a person, Robert is a very no-nonsense personality. He isn’t vain about his Hair or any aspect of his appearance.
He isn't silly about things, okay sometimes he is. He is the kid who will squish bugs who unfortunately choose to live in the house. He does this as a matter of business, without sentimentality or squeamishness. He is the boy who will fish toys or barrettes out of the toilet. He once rescued a sister’s prized marbles from a rotten pumpkin full, and I mean full, of gnats. He patiently dug through the stinky yuck, on a mission, no a Quest for his sister’s happiness, while a tornado of angry black insects swirled around his wild Hair.
Rebellion. Ugly word. Ugly from the beginning of time. I don’t want to think of any of these beings that came to life before I even held them, rebelling against my crazy mother-love. I don’t want to imagine the inevitable hurt of word or deed that will come. I don’t want to see my sweet boy, maybe twisted in anger that neither of us will understand. Yet I walked that path that seems to be in some degree part of our nature. Some rebel a little, some more and some rebel early, some later. Either way, rebellion seems to have played a part from the beginning.
So the kid likes his Hair big. There is no rebellious intent in it unless we draw a line in the sand. He isn’t vain about it. He keeps his Hair clean.
What is It really all about? Life, love, souls, eternity…what is It all about? I am certainly only a spiritual child but I can tell you this…it is NOT about the Hair.
Is It about how others see or esteem us?
NO…For the Lord does not see as man sees; for the man looks at the outward appearance but the Lord looks at the heart. 1 Samuel 16:7b
Is It about church traditions?
NO…From Acts 8, the eunuch said, “See, here is water. What hinders me from being baptized?” Then Phillip said, “If you believe with all your heart, you may.” And they blessedly pulled that chariot over and he was baptized right there, because he believed with all his heart and for no man-made reason.
Is It about obedience or going through the right motions?
NO, that isn’t enough, you need a sincere heart…Bondservants, be obedient…in sincerity of heart, as to Christ. Ephesians 6:5 NKJV
Is It about knowledge or spiritual power?
NO…And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries and all knowledge, and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, but have love, I am nothing. 1 Corinthians 13:2 NKJV
Is It about good works?
NO…And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor…but have not love, it profits me nothing. 1 Corinthians 13:3 NKJV
It’s all about the Heart…
For as he thinks in his heart, so is he. Proverbs 23:7b NKJV
GOD wants your heart…The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit, a broken and a contrite heart—these, O God, You will not despise. Psalms 51:17 NKJV
It’s all about the Heart…
I don’t think I want to draw a line in the sand about the Hair. I think I will save my energy for the Heart…starting with my own. However, my own Hair could use some work.
Besides, the Hair is, well…kind of growing on me.