I am reading a very interesting book this week called The Ragamuffin Gospel by Brennan Manning. It’s been around for a while, I just never got around to reading it until now. I am appreciating his reminder that we live by God’s grace alone. And, frankly, the following paragraph was life-changing for me:
“Our world is saturated with grace, and the lurking presence of God is revealed not only in spirit but in matter – in a deer leaping across a meadow, in the flight of an eagle, in fire and water, in a rainbow after a summer storm,…in Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, in a child licking a chocolate ice cream cone, in a woman with windblown hair. God intended for us to discover His loving presence in the world around us.” Did you catch that? “…in a woman with windblown hair.”
Seriously, that is life-changing, people. So much pressure is off my shoulders now. I shall throw away the brush! The comb! The straightening iron! The curling iron! The curlers! Cast your hair to the wind and let it fall where it may! Who am I to fight against God’s creative beauty??
When I was growing up, we had a rather outspoken woman in our congregation at church who would tell me random “corrective” things. One of which included coming up to me when I was home on a visit from college, and telling me that, “Your hair looks nice today. Looks like you finally combed it.” ?? If I had only read this before she had talked to me. I could have said, “Listen, Sistah, it was God messing up my hair with his wind. Don’t you be smack-talking me. I hope you feel God’s loving presence through my mess of tangles.”
Enjoy the stormy weather today, folks. Ain’t no use fighting the wind.