Right - I had to find replacements for all the services I'd enjoyed in my previous living place.
Everyone knows that the main event in any hair salon are the stories that are shared. Stylist to client, client to stylist, stylist to stylist and so on. I can't imagine sitting in a stylists chair and not asking about their life or answering questions about my own. I'm sure that happens, but I'm guessing not very often.
I saw a salon that had a very bright and colorful sign at the roadside. Okay, so how do you pick a new hairdresser when you don't know anyone in town yet? I liked the name, I liked the colors and it was convenient, right on my way to and from my new job.
I dropped in one afternoon, met a very nice woman and made an appointment to have my hair cut.
For the next year or so I went fairly regularly and the woman, who turned out to be the shop owner, cut my hair, sometimes the same style, and sometimes we experimented. But every time we talked.
I asked about her life. I asked about her family. I listened as she shared about her husband and the ups and downs of family life. I listened as she spoke about her concerns for her children and raising them well, making good decisions for them and choosing the best course of action in any given situation.
Through it all, I offered my thoughts and opinions. I shared biblical principle's with her on a regular basis, though I seldom actually quoted the bible. I shared wisdom from Proverbs and Psalms, encouraged her in every way I possibly could and shared stories from my own life that exampled some of the things I was sharing with her.
Until the day when we'd gotten comfortable with each other and had established an easy friendship that included a sense of trust. She had some serious questions about a few serious matters occurring in her life. I made it clear the serious answers were found in Jesus, She listened attentively. She didn't feel comfortable accepting an invitation to church. Shortly after that, I was moving on once more to continue the ministry work I was called to do. On my last visit to her shop, I brought with me a bible, where I had inscribed a message of hope on the inside.
As we worshiped in song that morning, I kept thinking to myself that I knew the woman sitting in the front pew, glorifying God with passion and sincerity. All through the service I admit I was slightly distracted, trying to place where I knew her from.
When the service had concluded, our friend asked us to come to the front and meet his new Pastor, which we were glad to do. We shook hands and praised God at this new and needed work to bring the Gospel message to this town. And then I turned around.
A woman glowing in the love of Christ stood waiting, a blue bible in her hand. She smiled and said "Do you remember me? I read the Bible you gave me!" It was my dear hairdresser, holding the Bible I'd given her as a gift before I left, opened to the inscription I'd written:
Seemingly insignificant acts committed in the love of Christ transform people dead in trespasses and sins to new creations with Eternal Life in Christ Jesus.
THAT IS HOW GOD WORKS!
*This is a true story!