With a quizzical, yet knowing eye looking deep into my own, He asked: "So tell me, child: How did you get gum in your hair?"
I wasn't entirely sure how it HAD gotten there, so I began my litany of possibilities ...
"Well, someone else must have done it when I wasn't looking; someone needing to get rid of their gum quickly."
His eyebrow arched. I continued.
"But it's possible I simply leaned my head against something with gum stuck to it.", I quickly offered.
Just as quickly I added: "Oh ... now I remember, I was chewing it just before I went to bed. It must have fallen on my pillow, and then I must have rolled onto it."
A subtle grin turned up one corner of His mouth. I waited for His acceptance speech.
I would be waiting a LONG time. He just stood there, waiting.
So I asked Him: "What do You think happened that gum would find it's way to my hair?"
Another LONG time passed, and then He said:
"First, nothing makes it's way to your hair that you have not somehow been complicit in allowing or inviting - even if unknowingly."
"Second, gum is for chewing - the best parts savored and the flavor swallowed, while the remains are then removed and either wrapped safely for another chew, or placed decidedly in the trash. Some gum is to be flushed altogether!"
"Third, did you think I couldn't see, or couldn't remove that gum?"
I shifted on aching feet.
"Well, sir. I wasn't sure. I figured You'd have to cut my hair to get it out; and I didn't want that. Afterall, the whole world might see the bald spot and then KNOW I'd not handled gum properly."
He winked at me then, before saying: "And you thought I wouldn't KNOW if we just ignored it, or pretended not to notice?"
A tear formed in my eye; then one in His as He asked me: "Are you ready to be rid of it?"
I then nodded (albeit half-heartedly), closing my eyes to steal myself against what would, surely, be a painful removal.
From somewhere came a cry, "Ouch!". It took me several moments to discern that it had emanated from my own throat.
When all was said and done, I checked the mirror for the loss of tresses that must surely have occurred; losses that would be the tell-tale signs of my folly. To my utter surprise (and relief), no such gouge existed.
What remained was the most amazing luster ... a shimmer of gold that His light had left where the gum had once gripped.
"Come now, let us reason together,"
says the LORD."Though your sins are like scarlet,
they shall be as white as snow;
though they are red as crimson,
they shall be like wool.
I hope that's the last time I show up with gum in my hair (or egg on my face)! Moreover, I hope that's the last time I think He doesn't see, or that I could possibly remove the icky stuff by myself.