I was picking up a couple things in Winn Dixie yesterday when I noticed a confused young man. He was trying to help his friend, maybe girlfriend, perhaps wife or sister. I didn't really catch what item they were looking for. I was too shy to ask. What if I volunteered to help the man helping the woman and I received a really loud answer to the inquiry, "We're looking for Maxi Pads." Gulp. You see why I did not Samaritan up on this one. I walked on by. But I believe I must mention the haircut.
Now, there's something I haven't had in a while. I own a trimmer and a bucket full of razors. So, why would I criticize a hairdo, when I have no "do?" Simply put: I value hair more than most. Enough said. I can look around daily and say something like this: "If I had hair, I would not paint it the color of poodle urine." Or: "Now, that is quality hair that is nourished and cared for." See, I can think nice stuff too. However, in the case of the young man helping the damsel, I have not mentioned his haircut and how it relates to his dilemma of being somewhat lost in Winn Dixie.
There it is. No that's not Trump on a windy day. It was cut this way. His hair on one side was about a foot long. On the other side was Northwest Christian Academy in the eighties short. The main problem here: the boy was actually struggling to see. He was determined not to move the hair out of the way. He needed to (for some reason) peer around his hair with the only available eye. I'm confident that there actually was another eye. It was simply being pre-empted by hair. I guess it's similar to the young lady who must maneuver in order to hit (mash) the keys on the cash register because she must find an angle to touch finger to the key instead of 9 inch curly nails.
For this boy, it is chosen blindness for one eye. He enjoys the way his other eye tells him his hair looks in the mirror.
How many times, and in how many ways do we choose to be half blind? Have you ever committed to something that took away half of your face, half of your vision, half of your smile. So often there's an answer - a fix in front of us. We may look at part of it, but it's all there. For this young dude, the key can be found in a snip. I think, if we step back and breathe. If we pray and take in the breath of Yah, perhaps our lives can change in a snip.
Have you ever snipped and found yourself more equipped?