Two weeks ago I decided to do something silly to help motivate giving for our building program here at church. I said I would shave my head and goatee once the money was raised….but until then I would not shave or get a haircut. There was an audible gasp from the congregation when I said this during the announcements. Heh heh heh.
Of course it’s a gimmick. A silly thing. It doesn’t mean much but gives the congregation something to laugh and joke about, and a visual reminder of the need to give (we are 2/3 funded for our building renovation and hope to finish it without incurring debt). It’s not a Nazirite vow–though I am not partaking of any fruit of the vine either.
Now, I’m not afraid of being hairy. Ask me sometime about my rock-n-roll hair in the past. But the funny thing happening is I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and want to shave and immediately am reminded of why I am not doing it. Growing this hair on my checks and neck is not for me. I’m doing it for others. I won’t sound all pious and holy and say this is a theological statement (or a “God-thing” as my irreverent Christian friends say it). I won’t get uppity and say this is something special. It’s still a gimmick. But it is a pointed gimmick for me, at least. As my cheeks look more gnarly and my neck itches it has certainly taken on a bit of a sacrifice. It’s become a little uncomfortable and it’s forcing me to honor a commitment. That’s a good thing.