Yesterday I was having a Samson moment. Because of some stuff happening in my life right now, I was feeling shorn of power, shorn of favor, and shorn of identity. Like Samson, it was mostly a situation brought on by my own arrogance and/or stupidity, but also like Samson, there was a certain amount of betrayal involved.
So what did I do?
I cut off my beloved long hair of course. I’m an English major: I believe in symbolism. Today I am more tame, more owned, perhaps more humble (though that’s always a stretch), but hopefully also more dependent on God now than on my own abilities or the judgments of others.
P.S. Telling me that my “new” haircut looks better than my “old” one would *NOT* be the appropriate (or kind) thing to say.