Thursday, April 7, 2022

For My Wife and Others That Hate My Beard


(John 3:19-21)


For My Wife and Others That Hate My Beard

I've often said to my parents, sister, and children, "Along with you, God's best gift to me, except for Jesus who is my Lord and Savior, is Leslie."

Of course, no one is pure and perfect in every way; which, just to remind mainliners, is why Jesus came to save us by grace through faith.

O.K., before continuing, some important context to understand what follows is "Bearded Desire" available via the archives of The Belvidere Republican or

For more context, read Numbers 6, watch Ragni and Rado's rock musical Hair, and listen to CSN&Y's Almost Cut My Hair.

I don't get it.

Why do people, especially women proving there are gender distinctives despite what they're saying in the White House or mainline denominations or faculty lounges, feel they have the right to diss hairstyles and other stuff?

Maybe Will Smith is on to something.

I have a button on my denim: "Gandhi would have smacked you in the head!"

O.K., I get it intellectually.

Too many people want to control us according to their bigotries aka pathologies.

I'm going through some crap in the church because some people, again, sorry, women, can't restrain themselves from moving through Ross' stages of significant loss in ways that make them look, again, sorry, hysterical.  It makes men really look forward to a woman like Harris bumping off 46: "Listen, guys, this is significant!"


People are miserable about something in their lives and transfer their disappointments and angers and whatevers to somebody else under the guise aka lie that they're promoting some kinda auto-suggested righteousness coincidental to Jesus by the book.

Reminds me of the shrink from the Netherlands in one of my worthless degree programs (see 1 Corinthians 1 for more on that with The Cotton Patch Version being really cool): "The problem people in church and life are usually constipated.  That's why they dump on you."

Still, don't forgive me ladies, 99.99% of the real men that I know never go up to a woman and say, "Your roots are showing...I didn't know blue, green, and pink were natural hair colors...Your perfume could knock over a bull at 50 paces...Have you ever considered shaving?...Do you need 50 bucks to buy some jeans without holes in 'em?...I don't like tuna casseroles...Does anyone with an IQ over 10 watch The View?...Can't you come up with somebody better than Harris or Hillary to be the first female P?...Don't look now but your rose tat is turning into a long stem rose...Do you really think you look good in those evolved Danskins?"

Moretheless, I like God's approach.


Rainbows (within Biblical standards) and other expressions of diversity with Romans 12 and 1 Corinthians 12 in mind.

Faithfully real women and men don't need people to look like them or dress like them or even listen to their kinda music...though rap rhymes with...

We're like divinely designed snowflakes - individually beautiful in our own way.

Back to my long and unkempt beard if you've read and watched and listened to the recommended for context, I'm a libertarian amended by Biblical Christology and rebel against anybody telling me what to do except for, you know, Jesus by the book as enlightened by the Holy Spirit who never contradicts Jesus by the book.  

That includes my...

So if you really want me to trim it, your only chance is to shut up.

Besides, who gave you the right to tell me what to do with my...?

I guess it's my major problem with too many pulpiteers, pewsitters, and other politicians that have a revised navel-gazing-their-standard version of the Bible: "So woman/man created God in the image of woman/man.  In the image of woman/man, woman/man created God."

I just threw out my scissors.

Blessings and Love!






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