Freakish

Friday, I worked my usual shift at the shop cutting hair. I have been in the hair business now for just over seven years. Hard to believe—and most think I have been doing this my whole adult life. When truth be told, I went to beauty school when I was about 50. What a fun and crazy experience that was! When in this business, as in whatever business we are in, we notice the things of our trade. My son, Chris, who is a Foreman in the plumber’s union in San Francisco, notices pipes wherever he goes. When my husband repairs ATM’s, he’s always looking at them when we are out. Same with hair, only it’s even worse—wherever I am, I notice hair because it’s everywhere! I especially pay attention to guy’s hair since that is mostly what I do. When I watch sports, during soccer or basketball games where no hats/helmets are worn, I see HAIRCUTS! All this to say, that’s why my son called me “Freakish” the other day. I was walking into church behind a young man, and I immediately noticed his haircut. I knew I had cut it on Friday. And I only saw him from behind! He went one way, and we went the other. But I wanted to go over and say hi to him before I took my usual seat. So, I did. I walked up to him and said, “Hi. Nice haircut.” He looked up at me a bit surprised and said, “Thank you.” Then I helped him know that I was the one who cut it, and reminded him of my name since I was no longer in my work uniform. He was very cordial, not even acting like I was weird or anything! During the haircut, he had shared with me that he recently moved to California. This Sunday was his first time in our church, so I invited him to come and sit with us, if he would like. He said he would, and he followed me over to our seats.

Again, all this to say, even though it’s a bit “freakish” that a haircut can be that recognizable, it still seemed like such a divine moment. It is hard to visit a church where you don’t know anyone. It can feel lonely, and especially for a young man just graduated from college, starting a new career in a new state, and needing some comfort of “home.” The timing couldn’t have been any more perfect. He had arrived early, just like we had. He walked in just ahead of me. And I believe the Holy Spirit prompted me to go and welcome him, and invite him to sit with us. I don’t know if he will choose our church to attend, but at least he knows we are a friendly sort

Searching And Noticing the Divine can seem freakish when it comes to noticing our trades. But this time I prefer to call it miraculous…to notice God’s timing and care for those who might need to feel included. God knows each hair on our head. He knows our every need. And most importantly, our Father in Heaven wants us to know His Son, Jesus Christ. Through Jesus, all who believe are already family—even if we have just met. And it was just like God for the subject of that morning’s sermon to be about the upcoming Connect Groups…needing one another in the family of God and coming together to fulfill that need.

Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground
outside your Father’s care. And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered.
So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.

Matthew 10:29-31 (NIV)