Televangelists have become famous (or infamous) for their attention-getting hair. I guess I’m the exception to the rule. My curly mane began saying arrivederci in my late 20s. Now, thirty years later, this evangelist can unequivocally state that I have been through all three stages of hair development:
I would love to have the hair of my youth back. Short of transplants or a miracle, I don’t see that happening. Yes, I tried Rogaine when it first came out. Unfortunately, my hair didn’t. Now I have to be content in knowing that a full mane doesn’t necessarily guarantee smarts or success. Just ask Samson.
The Bible declares that “the glory of young men is their strength: and the beauty of old men is the gray head” (Proverbs 20:29 KJV). The word used for beauty is hadar, a masculine Hebrew noun meaning “glory, honor, majesty or splendor.” It is the same word used in Psalm 8:5 to describe the exalted beauty of humanity compared to the rest of God’s creation.
There are days when I don’t feel glorious or majestic. I feel tired, saggy, flabby, wrinkled and hairless. I feel old. But God says that I am hadar. I am beautiful. The root meaning of the word is “adornment.” We are like an aged Christmas ornament that can still catch the light, coax a smile from someone’s lips and bring joy to the heart. We can still serve a purpose.
You don’t have to sport luxurious locks or six-pack abs to be beautiful. You are fearfully and wonderfully made, and that already makes you a wonder to behold, a marvel to cherish.
I guess you could say that you are–ahem–a hair-loom.