Ruth writes
I didn’t go to church this morning—one reason: my hair. My stylist has cut back her hours and her openings conflict with my schedule. A STYLIST? You have a stylist? Surely that would be the question for anyone who knows me. But without one, the honest truth is I would normally look a lot worse than I actually do. Now, this is not an issue of a low self image. I’m a realist. I know my strengths. For example, I have good teeth and a good smile. But bad hair always trumps good teeth.
Then she rightly asks
But why shortchange the Lord by not going to church just became of bad hair? (I wish my church had a confessional. I’d go to a priest and pour out my heart.)
And then she wrongly answered
A few months ago, a man at church, who has made friendly jabs at me regarding my Calvin Seminary situation, poked fun of my hair. He laughed at me. That did it. I stay home for bad hair. There are many people at my church who I’m sure think of me as an uppity woman for exposing the seminary. I can deal with that—any day. I’ll answer any question, show any document. But I’m guilty when it comes to my hair. Had the seminary cast me out due to bad hair, they would have been entirely justified.
Then she shows a photo- and writes
Here is the evidence for why I stayed home this morning. Here is the hair that actually went to church.
Ok that’s confusing. Did she go or didn’t she? And, if she didn’t go, her hair has become her idol and she has become more concerned about how she ‘looks’ than the Lord she’s supposed to be worshipping.
True, if she stayed home (and I can’t tell if she did or not because of her confusing closing sentences), lots of other people probably had lamer excuses for doing so. But bad hair? That’s pretty lame. I’ve heard more than my fair share of lame excuses… but this one wins the prize.
Finally, I really like what commentator Chuck wrote:
I will confess I didn’t see much humor in this post. Today at church
I witnessed a woman in a wheelchair, with a bag of urine attached to
it, while she sang hymns and listened to the preaching of the Word. I
saw a man sit through two-hours of church with his cell phone held in
the air, so his wife who is hospitalized with a stroke could “attend”
church, by phone, from her hospital bed. I can only surmise that they did not know how foolish they looked.
I didn’t find it humorous either, and I have a decidedly refined sense of what’s funny.
UPDATE: Speaking of not funny, David Ker has just sent up a similar ‘I hate Church and everything it stands for’ post- which makes me wonder- are David and Ruth really the same person blogging at two sites under different names? Like Michael and Latoya Jackson- they are never seen together…. Hmmm….