“As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another.”
1 Peter 4:10
I had another episode today. I’ve been getting them for more than a decade, surfacing every few months. My conscience screamed as I slipped out the clippers while analyzing myself in the mirror.
Don’t do it!
The familiar argument played in my mind of why I should and shouldn’t raise the dangerous tool to my head.
Remember what happened last time? And, the time before that?
I tried to convince myself that today would be different, but I knew the truth: cutting hair is not my forte. I took a deep breath, walked away from the mirror and swapped the clippers for a phone. It was time to book a hair appointment.
It all began in the 90’s with my first purchase of Sun In. Remember the spray that promised a sun-kissed glow after minutes of soaking up some UV? For Grades 7 and 8 my long curls resembled the colour of a highlighter. After that I delved into the trend of layers and framing my face, which resulted in impromptu visits to Magicuts. Eventually, I laid my scissors to rest and tampered with permanent dyes and Manic Panic. I’ve sported multiple shades from blonde and black, to pink and grey.
In adulthood my experimentation died down, however the temptation will bubble during long gazes in the mirror. I occasionally snip my bangs too short, throw in a few layers and in today’s case, almost shaved the side of my head. Why? Because when my confidence boosts into crazy drive, I believe I am Vidal Sassoon, Maurice Fiorio, or Sharon from Crowning Glory.
But I am not. Nor will I ever possess the talent to style hair and that’s ok. Each person carries her own bag of tricks, unique from the next (1 Corinthians 12:4). If we were all the same, not only would that be boring, but there would be little advancement in all aspects of life: academics, technology, medicine, health, spirituality, relationships, emotions…the list is endless. In the body of Christ all of us are needed and were given specific talents from God for the common good (1 Corinthians 12:7).
What are you good at?
Readings:
1 Corinthians 12
Romans 12:4 – 8
Don’t do it!
The familiar argument played in my mind of why I should and shouldn’t raise the dangerous tool to my head.
Remember what happened last time? And, the time before that?
I tried to convince myself that today would be different, but I knew the truth: cutting hair is not my forte. I took a deep breath, walked away from the mirror and swapped the clippers for a phone. It was time to book a hair appointment.
It all began in the 90’s with my first purchase of Sun In. Remember the spray that promised a sun-kissed glow after minutes of soaking up some UV? For Grades 7 and 8 my long curls resembled the colour of a highlighter. After that I delved into the trend of layers and framing my face, which resulted in impromptu visits to Magicuts. Eventually, I laid my scissors to rest and tampered with permanent dyes and Manic Panic. I’ve sported multiple shades from blonde and black, to pink and grey.
In adulthood my experimentation died down, however the temptation will bubble during long gazes in the mirror. I occasionally snip my bangs too short, throw in a few layers and in today’s case, almost shaved the side of my head. Why? Because when my confidence boosts into crazy drive, I believe I am Vidal Sassoon, Maurice Fiorio, or Sharon from Crowning Glory.
But I am not. Nor will I ever possess the talent to style hair and that’s ok. Each person carries her own bag of tricks, unique from the next (1 Corinthians 12:4). If we were all the same, not only would that be boring, but there would be little advancement in all aspects of life: academics, technology, medicine, health, spirituality, relationships, emotions…the list is endless. In the body of Christ all of us are needed and were given specific talents from God for the common good (1 Corinthians 12:7).
What are you good at?
Readings:
1 Corinthians 12
Romans 12:4 – 8