Those of you who know me have come to appreciate that my hair will be as short as humanly possible at all times. Since the time I was eighteen I have been balding, the process i know refer to as maturing. The male pattern baldness has staked its claim, it boldly proclaims that there will be hair on the sides and back of my head but nothing on top. Like Bozo the clown before me, I can either paint it red and embrace it or shave it at the first of every new week. Up to this point I have chosen the latter approach and have every intention of keeping it that way.
A little perspective please?
Jada Rumbold is a beautiful little girl with amazing eyes and a smile that could light up the darkest of rooms. As long as I have know her, she has been blessed with a tremendous head of hair (thanks to mom and dad). As reports come in on her progress the pictures paint the harsh reality, soon Jada will have no hair. I cut mine as short as I can get it as much as possible. She has no hope of keeping hers as long as she is spending time under the chemo machine. I just wish I could do something to help her understand that she is beautiful. Maybe a pep talk about the beauty of baldness with a picture of me holding two thumbs up! Na, probably would not help. My prayer is that she would realize that she is beautiful. Far more beautiful then hair, smile, or eyes. She is beautiful because she is Jada, God's daughter that He formed and fashioned as a vessel made for honor to proclaim the image of the most beautiful One. Jada's trial is teaching me. She will not go through this in vain! I will find every life application possible to make sure of that.
A little perspective please?
My best friend in the world (besides my wife) is an amazing guy. He is a great husband, dad, friend, and pastor. He is one of those guys that is not only good but great at everything he does. When we are together it's like the Olympic games. Both Doug and I share the same passions in life: family, ministry, basketball, golf, books, theology ect... So when we get together we battle it out on the court, golf course, pulpit, board games, apologetics, you get the picture. We always battle in a nice "Christian" way, although we both really want to beat the other one. Over the years I have come to the realization that in many ways Doug Rumbold is a better man than I. Not because he has a better jumper or or golf swing, not because he can out duel me on Tiger Woods 2000- 2010, but because he is a better all around student of everything he does. Every thing Doug does he does with all his heart. He does not speak a word unless his thought is completely developed on the subject. He does not preach a sermon without 50 hours of dedication and prayer to the message. He never misses his daily time of devotion to God. He is just really a solid guy that I look up to. So when I see the turmoil he is going through with Jada, I am sure that God chose the right guy to be there for a child going through what she is going through. It seems strange for me to write this because I am not sure how it fits into my theology, but Doug and Jessica have been in the process of being prepared for this moment most of their lives. I do not know better parents then the two of them, and could not recommend better people to go through this horrific challenge. They will stand strong when others would crumble, they will persevere when others would fall away, they will see this thing through when others could not. Bless you guys for your faithfulness to God and family. Doug, you are the strongest guy I know. I am encouraged and blessed watching God work through you in this time.
A little perspective please?
My current situation with disobedient kids at the Ranch seems like a day at the beach compared to what the Rumbold family is facing. I will shut my mouth when I want to complain because I understand I have noting to cry about. You guys are an inspiration to me. Love ya.
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