On Tuesday afternoon, I put a Carolina Tiger Rescue sticker on my car. After visiting the facility in July and learning what the Rescue does, I decided to become a member and supporter. I toured the facility with my aunt, my sister-in-law, and my nephews, and we had a great time while learning a lot. We also enjoyed a lovely meal in downtown Pittsboro afterward and found an interesting thrift shop near the restaurant. One of my nephews bought a gift for his grandmother; another bought a motorcycle helmet for himself. Does he ride a motorcycle? Nope. Does he have use for the helmet? Nope. But he thought it was cool, so he bought it.
Six years ago July, I was sitting in the outdoor chapel at my favorite camp listening to one of my friends speak during worship. My friend was speaking about putting on the armor of God and making that armor accessible to girls today. The passage she read was from Ephesians 6:
Finally, be strong in the Lord and in his mighty power. Put on the full armor of God, so that you can take your stand against the devil’s schemes. For our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God. And pray in the Spirit on all occasions with all kinds of prayers and requests. With this in mind, be alert and always keep on praying for all the Lord’s people. Pray also for me, that whenever I speak, words may be given me so that I will fearlessly make known the mystery of the gospel, for which I am an ambassador in chains. Pray that I may declare it fearlessly, as I should.
Her entire message was good, but the part that deeply impacted me was the part about the helmet of salvation. No. She didn’t suggest wearing a motorcycle helmet as a reminder of God’s salvation—although that image definitely provides one of great protection—especially when the helmet sits so large on the body like it did on my nephew—but she did offer a suggestion: brush your hair.
Profound, huh? For me it was.
I am a hair farmer. I grow my hair. I give it away. I grow it again.
I wash it. I let it dry naturally.
I wear it down until it starts to bother me. I pull it back. I put it in a ball when it’s long enough.
And that’s about it.
For awhile there, I was putting up my hair immediately after getting up. I was leaving it up all day, taking it down at night, and going to bed. There were many days when I didn’t brush it at all because I didn’t really need to.
But then my friend spoke. And she suggested that every time we brush our hair, we imagine putting on the helmet of salvation. And I thought the idea was brilliant. So I started brushing my hair (almost) every day.
Just this morning, I was running late, so I considered just pulling back my hair and leaving. But then I looked at my brush and thought about how anxious I’d been feeling at work and decided that I needed that helmet of salvation—a helmet of protection from the anxiety of this world—from stress, fear, negativity, jealousy, anger, frustration, and more. So I intentionally stopped and brushed my hair, and I prayed for God to surround and protect me with light, grace, and salvation.
Will you do the same with me tomorrow and in the days to come?
Will you wear your helmet of salvation?
Not your thrift-store motorcycle helmet of bulk—
but your prayers for hope and the mind of Christ—
your breath for peace and the heart of God…
which is, my dear friends, the heart of love.
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