I'm at my barber's at the moment awaiting my turn. It took much determination to make it to their place. On the way there I walked past three other salons. As I walked on I heard the tempter telling me to branch in to one unisex salon.
"Look at those fine girls in there".
I quietly rebuked the devil. Cheating on your barber is a terrible form of cheating.
There are times in life that your loyalty will be tested. Like I was this evening. You have to just walk on and away from the temptations.
Anyway, that is not the thrust of today's sermon.
Having a haircut for me is not just about trimming follicles and aesthetics. It's like rebirth and more of a philosophical experience than a physical one. When I begin recovery from an illness, the first thing I do cut my hair. After stressing periods, I cut my hair to do away with the negative vibes and welcome new new beginnings. I was telling Mercy about this and I think she thought it was a weird thing.
Well, tonight is about anticipating new beginnings (especially after Arsenal's disgraceful loss last night). It is also about shaving off the stress of this month (that almost made me crazy). It's also a reverse case of Samson. I believe life should get better after each haircut. I look forward to a better new month, new follicles and a handsome new look.
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