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.
Michele
