I SAT…in the barber’s (I’m not even sure what to call her. Is it barber? Stylist? Cosmetologist? Beautician? Artist Formerly Known as Barber?) chair this past Thursday for my regular hair cut. She draped me in the obligatory cape, stared at my reflection in the mirror and asked, “Is it a ‘number-five-rounded-on-the-back-and-shaped-around-the-ears-cut’ again?” I happily responded, “That sounds good to me.” She snapped the yellow #5 guard onto her clippers and began buzzing away. Then…then the questions began. “Have you ever thought about growing your hair out a little? Did you know your hair would be really full and have a nice wave to it if it was longer? Have you ever thought about coloring your hair?” A steady barrage of questions from a beautician can rattle even the most secure of humans. At this point, I stared at her reflection in the mirror and asked, “Is there something wrong with my hair?” “No,” she nonchalantly responded. “I just thought you might want to try something a little different.”

I WALKED…along our Heritage Hallway this past Friday for the express purpose of examining the coiffures. Some of your former pastors had very little hair; others had plenty. Most of them had facial hair – mustaches or beards. For those who didn’t, one or two had enough for all of us!

I SAT…in the office and pondered my future picture. Do I really want to look as conventional as most of the pastors in the latter century? Or do I want to stylistically set myself apart? No one on the hallway has an afro. (A few come close.) I could spend the next several years growing dreadlocks. Mohawks and faux hawks are absent on the timeline. I don’t think I’d look bad in a ponytail. But after careful consideration… about two minutes worth…I made a decision…

I SIMPLY…want to be remembered for how we lived and worked together to make FBCG a vibrant fellowship that vividly expresses God’s kingdom hopes for this world. So I guess I’m sticking with the ‘number-five-rounded-on-the-back-and-shaped-around-the-ears-cut.’ But the ponytail is awfully tempting…

Jim