by Karry
Yesterday I went to the barber shop for a long-delayed haircut. I always wait longer than I should. Usually, I finally go when a deadline has arrived that requires it.
Yesterday, I had to get a haircut because today I left for meetings in Pennsylvania.
I went to the same SportsClips I always go to. If you haven't been to one, they're a guys dream. Everything is decorated for sports. Ours has the colors of the local High School team where our three sons played football. The barbershop stalls are set up like an athletic locker room. There are TVs everywhere tuned to ESPN Sports Center. When you sit down, they turn the chair so you can see the screen. The pain of a haircut disappears.
Typically, I break the ice by asking the girl cutting my hair whether she actually likes sports. It's always girls at SportsClips. I haven't met one yet who really likes sports, but they normally do decent haircuts.
Yesterday, however, was not going to be typical. I could tell when I opened the door and saw Harley. I saw her at the counter. The gel-laden hair on top of her head shot straight up, then bent back and vaulted down her back like a frozen waterfall. The hair on the right side of her head was shaved to the scalp, and on the left side it was combed straight back like it was riding a motorcycle. She was tattooed all the way up her left arm to her shoulder and beyond that I couldn't tell. I didn't look closely before I got into the chair but the tattoos were mythical characters. I noticed that, despite her dramatic appearance, she seemed indecisive, even insecure.
I started thinking about Shema statements. And I scanned my brain for things I might be able to affirm about her if we got into a conversation about the Lord. Right away, she said people at her church are always surprised by her name. I grinned when I heard that. This was going to be easy. She goes to church!
"So, what church do you go to?"
"The Mother Earth Church in Escondido."
"Oh."
She was Wiccan. I won't go into all details, though it would probably be interesting to you if you have never had that kind of conversation. I learned a lot about their beliefs. Suffice it to say, I did find something to affirm her for. She said one of the things she doesn't like about the Bible and Christianity is the way it has oppressed women. She said their church rejects meanness of every kind. I read between the lines a story of abuse.
I told her I thought she was onto something there because the Bible teaches us to love others sacrificially, and that especially husbands should love their wives as Christ loves the church, not oppress them. I also was able to say a Shema saying to her. I said, "I am a follower of Jesus Christ and I believe the Bible is God's word and it is all true. Do you find it confusing at times trying to figure out which parts to believe?"
She admitted she was often confused. To me, she seemed just as confused as her hairdo. As I paid her, she thanked me and said she had really enjoyed our conversation. I did get the feeling her spirits had been lifted.
No, not those spirits. The metaphorical ones.
Anyway. At the end of LEAD I wrote out three things I was going to try to do in the next three months. It's been a bit over three months now. One of the three was, "Ask engaging questions every day looking for God's kingdom value in people." I find myself doing that frequently, like I did with Harley. It's actually a lot of fun.
Another action step I wrote was, "Consider church planting options when selecting a new house." We are planning to move, but we haven't begun the house search yet. So I haven't started on this one yet. But when we do, we still are going to look for ways to be involved in a church plant.
The third thing we wrote down was that we wanted to start a DBS with our friends Ken and Shiela. As it turns out, our other friends Patsy and Craig have been asking for something like that so we have made the offer. Of course, they want us to teach them. We are still waiting for them to go for the idea of studying the Bible with a group of their friends.
That is where I am at on my three things I was going to try in the next three months. I'd like to hear your story. I'm going to ask a few of you to write up your story in the next few weeks.
By the way, when I got up from my barbershop chair and looked in the mirror, my hair was standing straight up wildly helter-skelter like hers. I looked scary crazy and taller. It was matted into position with gel. Really.