Last year in December, I shaved my head, supporting my sister who was on a cancer journey. I promised her that I would be bald as long as she was bald.
These few months with a bald head have been very entertaining to say the least. A walk in the mall with my bald head husband always cause people to stare. I guess they can not figure out who is sick and who is supporting.
People often asked very sympathetically, why I was bald. Most of them assumed I was undergoing chemotherapy myself. When I explained the real reason, the sympathy always changed to admiration. I did not encounter one person who did not admire me for what I did. But now….. Now my sister’s cancer journey is over. Her chemo is finished, her hair is starting to thicken again and we are trusting that she is completely healed. So there is no real reason for me to keep shaving my head, other than my own choice.
Now people’s reactions are funny. When they find out that I am doing it now just because I like it, the admiration quickly changes to judgment. I am frowned upon and questioned. Society now sees me as a rebel. A weirdo. I don’t fit into the box anymore and people don’t know how to deal with it. And me? Well, I am a strong woman. I just laugh it all off.
Today though, I spent a couple of hours alone on the road, thinking about this issue. Many people try to put others in a box. They expect people to behave in a certain way, to dress in a certain way, to live in a certain way. And if those people refuse to fit into the box, they are discarded, shoved aside, avoided. Often times, the box-people, will quote Scripture to justify their box-behaviour. And unfortunately, the verses quoted are mostly used out of context. When it suits the box-people, the Mosaic law doesn’t apply anymore. Until they see a person with a tattoo. Or a bald head woman like me. Then they will quote from the same law they otherwise shun. Why is that?
I grew up in a house where make-up, slacks, and nail polish were regarded as sin. Any person wearing those were considered a sinner. My father was a box-person. Oh and don’t forget dancing and watching movies. People that danced for fun or watched movies, were sinners. No wonder I had so much baggage about religion as a young adult.
Anyway. After thinking long and hard about it today, I came to a conclusion. If you are still trying to put people in boxes, you are still in a box yourself. You have not really experienced the freedom that Christ wants you to have. Once you really grasp the concept of His unconditional love, you will love others much easier. Once you really grasp the concept of freedom through the new covenant, you won’t constantly try to get others into the box with you. If you are still judging people by their outer appearance, you have a problem. I suggest you deal with it. Preferably before you see me with my bald head again…. I must just laugh at you when you try to get me into the box…. 🙂