Hair is a funny thing, especially at age 54. It tends to sprout in places you would just as soon it didn’t….. like out of your ears. I have to get my eyebrows bush-hogged every time I get my hair cut.
When I was 13 the hair on my upper lip started to turn dark. Friends would stop me in the hallway at school and say, “You have a moustache!” At first it was embarrassing so I borrowed one of my dad’s razors and shaved it off. Later I decided it was kind of cool so I let it grow. I kept that darn thing until about four years ago. Jane, my wife, was devastated when I shaved it off; she had never seen me without it or at least she couldn’t remember me without it. My Latino friends used to call me Señor Conejo, Mister Bunny; but after I shaved off the moustache they changed it to Señor Conejo sin bigote, Mister Bunny without whiskers.
And then there’s the bald spot in the middle of my head that grows a little bigger each day. Every morning when I comb my hair a dozen or so hairs fall into the sink, like the needles off Charlie Brown’s Christmas tree.
Jesus said in – Matthew 10:29-31
29 Are not two sparrows sold for a cent? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. 30 But the very hairs of your head are all numbered. 31 So do not fear; you are more valuable than many sparrows.
It’s a good thing God knows how many hairs I have…… or don’t have….. since the number changes daily.
So today I raise the coffee mug to all those who have hair, or don’t have hair and wish they did! Remember God cares for you no matter how much hair you have!