In my youth I really, really, really wanted to have straight hair...
Not that I have already attained...but I press on, that I may lay hold of that for which Christ Jesus has also laid hold of me.
Philippians 3:12
I grew up in the era of bell-bottoms, granny-square vests, and stick-straight hair. I am pretty sure some of you reading this don’t have a clue what a granny-square vest is and would wonder who in their right mind would want to wear one. Nevertheless, having straight, long locks was the prerequisite for being considered cool.
I was far from cool. Even though I dressed the part, my hair was thick, unruly, curly, and not the most attractive shade. I straightened my hair with an iron – a clothes iron. I often had dubious scars from getting the iron too close to my forehead and armpits – don’t ask. I bleached my strands into a crazy-orange tone. I duct-taped my bangs, wore curlers the size of gallon coffee-cans to bed, and endured untold teenaged angst. All for my unquenchable desire to look like Peggy Lipton from the Mod Squad – again, don’t ask.
What is motivating our life’s passion now? Really? Is it worth all that time and effort? If it isn’t Jesus, it may be time to stop chasing the wind and find all that our hearts are looking for is His heart alone. We won’t be disappointed. Ever.