If this statement is factual, I’ve had both vigor in my younger years and prestige in my younger years, as I began to gray (and eventually go silver) before I turned thirty. By forty I had more silver than dark blond. My youngest daughter never knew me with my original hair color. And, I don’t mind my hair color. Nothing would make me spent big bucks dying it, as I’m easy to spot in a crowd, “Look for tall woman with short silver hair.”
Hair color is more of a personality issue than prestige. Both guys and girls, men and women, can be spotted with cherry red hair, blue hair, and any other color that stands out from their natural color. Someone suggested I put a blue streak in my silver hair, and I laughed. “Me! Why would I want to stand out in a crowd and try to look like a teenager.”
In the scheme of things, hair color is the least of the problems teens or older folks have. We need to look past the oddities and eccentric ways people choose to present their unique personalities and see Christ in the form of love, goodness, and generosity. You know, the song, “They will know we are Christians by our love…” not our hair color.
Help us, Lord, to look beyond the color of hair and outwards appearances and see the heart. Amen.