If you people had told me that dyeing my hair would mean being rejected by God, I would have not tried it.
Good morning and welcome to the news at 3am, it’s your favorite short and cute blogger – Osastheking.
Pay no mind to the opening statement for now, we’ll come back to it in a bit. I hope you had a great weekend?
Now playing: Jonathan McReynolds- Lovin’ me.
This particular song today because it’s exactly how I’m feeling.
And when I can’t even love myself, Lord I thank you for just lovin’ me
Oh, in spite of me, Lord you keep lovin’ me
Lord I thank you for always lovin’ me.
I live by these words because everyday is another day to be fascinated by the unending love of God in my life. You would imagine my shock when I walked into an annual youth retreat and I apparently made every old female adult in the building uncomfortable.
The reason? My hair
I had been lenient enough to cover the hair while the ends stuck out of the scarf. I got tired of the scarf and removed it after a while because I was after all, in my father’s house. People stared, some in admiration and others in utter disgust.
Side talks started filtering into my ears, talks about how I had defiled the house of God with my colored hair. It was here that I realized that I had the option of staying at home for the weekend instead of bringing my hair to a place where the inhabitants couldn’t be classified as target, talk more audience.
Worst still, my glasses had chosen this same weekend to break.
Nobody confronted me directly, but I had become full blown discussion for the old female adults and it had generated to a very heated argument. People were called upon to talk about my hair privately, but not me.
All the while, I was there wondering what would have happened if they had seen this one.
My dear friend – Ruru stayed as far away as possible from the retreat because she knew what she was going to face and she was not in the mood to face it.
Shades were thrown, dyed hairs were attacked but the carrier never got to be confronted directly until Sunday afternoon when it was time to leave the retreat ground. An old male adult had approached me and stated that he was only approaching me as per the request of the senior female adults.Apparently they were scared that I was now carrying the devil on my head because he resides in colored hair.
They were also concerned that God had stopped residing in me because He didn’t love me anymore because of my colored hair.This was new but not as new as me hearing that my hair meant that I had lost my identity in Christ.
No, I’m not shocked. I’m just mad that you guys that follow me and read my blog posts failed to tell me that God didn’t love me anymore because of my colored hair.
Of course I know the truth and I’ll most definitely be fixing another color for this but I just want to understand;
IS HAIR DYEING A SIN?
IS HAIR DYEING AN UNFORGIVABLE SIN IF YOU THINK IT IS A SIN?
DOES GOD EVER STOP LOVING HIS OWN?
SHOULD MY HAIR BE BLACK AND MY HEART UNPURE SEEING THAT THE HAIR IS NOW A DETERMINING FACTOR OF HOW BORN AGAIN ONE IS?
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