Making the CutSaturday, October 03, 2015
Cutting my hair was liberation.
Do you ever have those things that you just...don't want to do? Or more tantalizing, are there things you've been wanting to do but something was holding you back?
In many ways, the past few weeks have been full of revelation for me as I've contemplated and prayed about life calling, how to study well, work well, write well, and how to submit my vocational plans to Christ.
I was struck by several chapel messages at Wheaton recently, which have challenged many deeply rooted beliefs and preconceptions. Chaplain Blackmon said in one recent message that he sees a widespread campus problem of people defining themselves by what they do, of feeling the need to be phenomenal and prove ourselves.
I've personally felt this in my academics, extracurriculars and personal life. I think many of us have the tendency to seek out external things to define us and to cloak our identity.
For the past few weeks, layer after layer has been questioned. One way this was embodied was in a rather drastic, kind of spontaneous, rather crazy decision.
I let my roommate cut my hair with a sketchy pair of paper scissors in our apartment kitchen.
But the truth is that long hair doesn't make you beautiful. Beauty is not skin deep or hair length.
Why are we afraid of change?