But the hair on his head began to grow again after it had been shaved. – Judges 16:22
I don’t remember a time where a barber messed up my hair as bad as this previous trip.
Like. There’s always imperfections here and there — but it’s not noticeable or easy to work around; hide.
For the past 3 haircuts, I went to see Roy from The Challenge on MTV. He opened a barbershop in Houston.
Of course I’d go get my haircut from him. Even if it was more than I ever wanted to pay for a haircut.
But then, he raised his prices and I just couldn’t justify paying that much for a haircut. Especially considering how fast my hair grow.
So, I went to this place near my church. I’ve been there once — maybe twice — before.
They weren’t bad.
And again, it’s hair. What’s the worst that could happen?
I got my hair did. I got to see it in the mirror and it didn’t look bad.
I saw the back, it didn’t look bad.
I got home, took a shower to clean off the hair and then looked in the mirror.
It was bad.
The way she had combed my hair when she showed me the cut hid the glaring mistakes.
Like, I played around with it for a good while trying to see if I could hide the mistakes or work around it or something.
I simply could not.
And I found myself getting legitimately upset.
But told myself I’ll take care of it tomorrow.
The following day, I went back to the barbershop and told the front desk girl my situation and the manager on shift came and said let’s make it right.
I sat in her chair and she says, Oh no…
Which isn’t something you ever want to hear from anyone holding a pair of scissors over you.
But it also validated my feelings that this was the worst haircut I’ve ever gotten.
The best solution was to just give me a buzzcut.
Did I want that? I mean… kinda, but not really. In the summer, I would’ve definitely been on board with it.
Was it better than the current situation? Y.E.S.
As I saw the razor lop off the rest of my full set of hair… I said to myself: it’s just hair. It’ll grow back.
Immediately, my mind went to Samson. The dude in the bible and not the first part of a luggage company’s name.
The first half of chapter 16 of Judges ends with: But the hair on his head began to grow again after it had been shaved.
“Uh, Joe,” you can point out. “That’s biology. It’s what hair does. It grows back.”
“Not all the time,” I might respond. “Look at LeBron James.”
But there’s more to this than just hair growing back.
Samson’s hair represented God’s strength; the presence of God in his life.
When he foolish gave into his temptation, he lost his hair. It was shaved off while he was sleeping. And the moment his hair was gone, we’re told his strength had left them.
And when he tried to free himself to fight the Philistines coming for him, Samson did not know that the Lord had left him.
He lost more than just his hair.
The hair began to grow back.
This new growth of hair symbolizes hope.
The growth reflects God’s grace and mercy and redemption. And God’s presence.
Despite (in spite?) of the mess that Samson got himself into, God was still with him.
It reminds us, the Readers, that we always have hope — even if it’s hope hanging by a… strand of hair.
It reminds us that no matter how deep of a mess we may have gotten ourselves into, God is still with us.
I just now look like a priest monk.
Not the vibe I wanna give out.
But it is what it is.
And hair will grow back.
Thanks for reading, always.
Apologies for the grammatical errors.
This season of writing, I’m writing for the sake of writing and subjecting you all to non-edited stuff.