Salon Evangelism.

My hair stylist was running behind so she asked a fellow stylist to shampoo me. My stylist relayed the message of my scar and tender spot to her as a warning to be gentle. She inquired about my scar and in a sentence I tried to summarize the last months. We talked about how crazy it is that we think we’re invincible and how you hear of “this stuff” that only happens to other people. It’s not supposed to happen to you. She told me how she had cervical cancer a few years ago when she was 21, but now she doesn’t (at 24). When I asked what that looked like.. Surgery? Chemo? She said neither and told me about how she ate healthy and paid attention to her alkaline levels in her body. She talked with passion on how our bodies were created to heal themselves. And then followed it all by nervously saying, how strongly she believes in it and that it could change lives and heal sickness. However, she doesn’t tell people because she doesn’t want to offend them or push her ideals on them.
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The conversation screamed Easter and truth and life. I’m still replaying it over and over in my head.
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Here’s all the crazy truth packed in this teeny two minute convo.
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1.) This life is literally a vapor. (“Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.” James 4:14 NIV) Yet we waste hours binge watching Grey’s Anatomy and scrolling Instagram. Why? If I died in my sleep last night, I’d be mortified at how wasteful my last day was. Guess what? People really die in their sleep unexpectedly. 20 somethings really get cervical cancer. And young moms really have brain surgery to remove tumors. In a flash, sickness is revealed, tragedy calls, lives are flipped upside down. This is reality. But I live as if I have a lifetime, as if it’s promised and I deserve it.
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So why?
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2.) We are born sinful. Insert possible cringe joke about babes that won’t sleep or toddlers that would rather die than share. Rotten at our core. (“I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do.” Romans 7:15 NIV) Does anyone else ever wrestle with this? Or is it just me?
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Our “good” is filthy rags. If you disagree, imagine that for one day all your thoughts, all your actions were played out on a big screen for others to watch. Um. No thanks.
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3.) Then there is Easter. (“But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” Romans 5:8 NIV) There is a “cure”. And if I truly cared about people–believing it could heal, I’d have to share right? Wrong. We don’t want to offend. We don’t want to push our ideals on someone. She witnessed a real life change in her health, but keeps it to herself for fear of the offense. We can sit next to coworkers for years and not share our faith for fear of the offense. We don’t tell family we care about how important a savior of our sins is. We let friends be atheists and agnostics and luke warm Christians even though we believe in a real hell all because fear of offending feels crippling.
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I’m specific in saying “fear of the offense”. Because seldom, it’s actually offensive. Her eating boatloads of cucumbers doesn’t offend me because I want to live off of fatty cheeseburgers. And me telling you about a relationship with Jesus, shouldn’t offend because you can go right back to your metaphorical non religious relationships with cheeseburgers. I don’t think anyone is really as hypersensitive as we pretend they are.
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4.) Seeds grow into stuff. (“I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God has been making it grow.” 1 Corinthians 3:6 NIV) Not only was I not offended despite my poor eating life, I came home and googled alkaline diets. I didn’t know if the girl that shampooed my hair was a reliable source. But she planted a seed of curiosity and I get to choose to water it or not. I’m in charge of my own research. She’ll never know that today I made a shake and threw in a ton of strawberries and spinach in it. And not because she told me something I didn’t know already–eating good is good. But I saw it lived out for a second and it was inspiring. I saw the benefits. And I wanted some.
It’s a shame we’d keep good things to ourselves. Right?
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I hope this doesn’t offend you.

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