Jesus Could Be Bald

                               By Phil Scovell

               Recently, my wife and I  experienced a disagreement.   After
          almost 33 years  of being married to the same  person, you pretty
          well have  covered just  about everything at  least once  in your
          marital arguments.   It  is always  the nature  of argumentation,
          however,  to cover  old ground  repetitively.   Why?   Because it
          increases  the  level  of  intensity  each  person  is trying  to
          express, or  inflict upon the  other, whichever the case  may be,
          and repeating old stuff, especially  old stuff you have seen work
          well in the past, gives  you the edge.   Well, at least it  seems
          that way at the time.  Later, it never seems that way, of course,
          but now is  what we are discussing  and not later.  So,  as I was
          saying,  Sandy  and  I were  in  a  disagreement  over something.
          Frankly, I cannot honestly recall how  it began but this is often
          true of arguments.

               Before continuing, let me give you a tip.  If you can't find
          a soft spot upon  which to hammer on while arguing,  drag up your
          in-laws and  their obvious lack  of good character.   This always
          works  in raising  your point  average because,  as we  all know,
          winning the argument, any argument, is the name of the game.  No,
          we don't care if  we are truly right; we only care that we end up
          on the winning side and  bless God, if you  have to toss in  your
          mate's  family and  sacrifice them  to win  the argument,  by all
          means, do so.   No, it doesn't matter if your in-laws are already
          dead; you can use  them as part of the argument.   If you want to
          win, that is.  Now, back to what I was saying.

               So Sandy and I are deep into this disagreement.  Both  of us
          were making some fairly  good points and to be honest, neither of
          us tossed in  our families as fighting elements.   Well, at least
          not this time.

               At this point,  I want to clearly state that my wife was 100
          percent  correct.   Well,  maybe  it was  more  like 98  percent.
          Truly, there  was nothing wrong  with the feelings she  had about
          the issue  she had raised.   Strangely enough, I  freely admitted
          she was right and that I understood why she was bringing  this up
          and  why she felt  hurt and frustrated.    Being  right, however,
          doesn't always win  an argument.  Let  me try and explain  what I

               In this case, as I  stated, not only was my wife right but I
          admitted she  was.  I made my admission  for a couple of reasons.
          First, she was  right, I'm not for  sure why I keep  saying that,
          but secondly, and  most importantly, the truth  wasn't causing me
          any concern.   You see,  over the  years, such things  would have
          done exactly that; cause me concern, that  is, or discomfort.  In
          fact, it likely would have literally hurt my feelings.  It always
          would not be uncommon for me to go away feeling depressed because
          of the feelings  stirred up  within me during  the argument.   In
          this example, no such thing happened.   Why?  Because I was  able
          to admit  my wife was  right and that I,  furthermore, understood
          why she felt  the way she  did, but this  time I felt  different.
          Literally, what she  said wasn't stirring anything  up that would
          cause me emotional discomfort, consternation, or pain.   Why not?
          There  is  only  one answer.    In  the last  two  years,  I have
          experienced an  unmeasurable amount  of healing in  my life.   In
          fact, through healing  prayers, the Lord has touched  areas of my
          life which used  to bring  me discouragement  and depression  and
          even  anxiety.   Let me  make up  a story  to explain  what I  am

               Let's say  the issue  is a good  friend hurt  your feelings.
          You had  decided to go western but  you weren't quite certain you
          wanted to go  all the way in  case somebody called you  a cowboy.
          So you buy, for the first time, a nice pair  of cowboy boots.  No
          western shirt, no spurs, no horse,  no saddle, no cowboy hat, and
          no rawhide stringed tie with a turquoise clip.  Just boots.

               You and your closed  friend meet up  at a local coffee  shop
          and  split a cinnamon bun.   You are feeling good  so you pop for
          the coffee and the bun.   During your coffee date with your  best
          friend, he comments on your boots, making no unfavorable remarks,
          but simply commenting that he  never figured you to be that  sort
          of a guy.  You  suddenly feel uncomfortable and conspicuous, too,
          but you don't know why.  You are definitely bothered, though.

               Upon leaving  the doughnut  shop, and  just before  climbing
          into your car,  your buddy says, staring  down at your new  shiny
          boots,  "Nope.  I never  would have figured  you to be  a guy who
          would wear boots.   I wouldn't personally be  caught dead in them
          myself."  You both laugh, shake hands, and go your separate ways.
          His words touched  something deep but  after spending three  days
          thinking about it  and even awakening in the middle  of the night
          once, due  to your emotional  discomfort, you still  can't figure
          out why his joking remarks bother you.

               One  day, after the  morning service, you  are visiting with
          your pastor.  Everyone has left the  building by this time so you
          comment on this  experience to your pastor because  it has caused
          you a great deal of anxiety, for some reason, and you  don't like
          how you are feeling.  He invites you into his office and you both
          take a seat.  Your pastor begins to pray and says, "Lord, Tom has
          been stirred up in  his emotions about what brother Frank said at
          coffee the  other day.  Would  you show Tom where  these feelings
          first began?"

               After a  few moments of  quiet, suddenly you remember.   You
          and your bald  headed father are walking  down a city  street one
          evening.  You are four years of age and your dad his holding your
          hand.  Coming  to a street crossing,  you both stop and  wait for
          the  light to  change.   Some  scruffy looking  teenage boys  are
          smoking and  leaning up against the  building.  You  turn and see
          them laughing  and pointing.   At first you don't  understand but
          your father  says, "It's ok,  Tommy.  Let's  go."  The  light has
          changed and your dad starts  walking you across the street.   The
          boys, braver now that distance has been put between you, call out
          and make fun of  your dad's bald head.  It feels scary to you and
          for a minute, you sense a strong feeling that the mean boys might
          follow and  try and hurt  you.  It  feels like a  sharp stick was
          poked in your  back as they  mocked and  derided your father  for
          being bald.  You hear your dad speaking again.  "It's  ok, Tommy.
          They can't hurt anybody.  Just don't bother looking back."

               Now  you  are 48  years  old  and  feeling stupid  that  you
          purchased  a pair of cowboy boots.   Why?  As you pray the prayer
          of agreement  with your  pastor, the Holy  Spirit reveals  to you
          that first the boys scared you.  Then you hear Jesus  saying, "It
          is ok  now, Tommy.   Besides, I was there,  too, and I  won't let
          anything happen to you."  The anxiety you've been having vanishes
          as  if  it  had  never  really existed.    The  relief,  although
          incomplete, is instant.

               "What else  Lord does  Tom need to  see about  this memory?"
          your pastor prays.

               Now you  see it easily.   You  were embarrassed due  to your
          dad's bald head and you say as much to your pastor.  You know how
          foolish that seems now  as an adult but  as a four year old,  you
          were  simply too  small  to  comprehend  the  cascading  thoughts
          tumbling through your  mind at the time.   Besides, the  fear was
          their and that made everything feel real to you.

               "then  what does Tom need to  hear from you, Lord," you hear
          your pastor praying quietly.

               A few short silent moments pass and then you begin laughing.
          It starts  out as a  soft chuckle  but with each  passing moment,
          things begin  to snowball  on you and  you find  yourself totally
          helpless to stop  it.  The  wheels suddenly come off  your normal
          self  controlled demeanor and you are irreversibly and recklessly
          laughing  hysterically.  Tears begin running down your cheeks and
          throwing your head  back and opening your mouth wide,  you bay at
          the  ceiling;  releasing  the  loudest  laughter  you  have  ever
          experienced in your  life.  Your laughter is  so infectious, your
          pastor is now laughing as hard as you are.

               After a  good fifteen  minutes of  stopping and  starting up
          again,  you  both finally  have  regained a  measure  of control.
          Still, a burst of laughter escapes  from one or the other as  you
          both sit lost in your own thoughts.

               Finally, after blowing your nose, you ask the pastor what he
          was laughing about.  Instead  of answering your question, he asks
          you  to go first.  "Well," you say,  "like I told you.  Dad and I
          are walking  across the street  when the light changed  and these
          punks are making fun of dad's bald head.  I was seeing this in my
          mind's eye as you prayed, when all  of the sudden, I realized the
          person walking next to me and  holding my hand wasn't my dad  but
          was the  Lord."   At this point  an entire  new fit  of explosive
          laughter, volcanic  guffaws, and  knee slapping  howls fills  the
          pastor's study; shared by both men.

               Eventually,  after  Herculean   efforts,  you  both   regain
          control.  "So  what did you see,  Tom," the pastor said;  holding
          his aching temples.

               "Pastor," you  reply with the  most powerful smile  you have
          ever had, "I  saw Jesus  holding my hand  and walking across  the
          street with me."

               "Tom," your pastor says, trying to keep  from laughing, "You
          are  repeating yourself.   What  is so  funny about  seeing Jesus
          walking you across the street instead of your dad?"

               "Because," you detonate with atom splitting laughter, "Jesus
          was bald."

               In my fictitious story, which I have seen repeated endlessly
          in similar prayer sessions, the man with the new cowboy boots was
          triggered by  a  totally harmless  comment  by his  best  friend.
          Through  prayer, the source  of this woundedness  was discovered,
          the  fear was eliminated, the personal embarrassment exposed, and
          truth applied.

               First, let's identify the lies.   The little boy was afraid.
          That was natural.   What wasn't  natural about  is that the  fear
          followed him  through his  entire life  and was constantly  being
          triggered in various ways.  The literal lie was, "Those boys  are
          going to come and get you and hurt you."  Jesus exposed this  for
          what it  was, a lie, and because the  man heard Jesus say the He,
          Jesus, was with him, the lie lost  its worth as a threat and  the
          fear disappeared.   What was the purpose of  the fear?  It masked
          the demonic  lie, that is,  the embarrassment the little  boy had
          about  his father.  Once  the fear was  eliminated by the healing
          power of the Lord, the lie was easily exposed and removed.

               Secondly, the little boy was  embarrassed by the baldness of
          his father.   Again, not an uncommon situation  for any child.  I
          can't tell you the number of times I was embarrassed by things my
          mom and dad did when I was  growing up.  The lie, in this memory,
          was not that it was wrong for his father to  be bald but that he,
          Tom, was somehow apart of this ridicule.  Furthermore, the little
          boy  took it personally.   From that point  onward, he was always
          sensitive  to what  others  said  and  thought of  him.    In  my
          illustrative story,  Jesus  used  His sense  of  humor  to  bring
          healing to  the little boy  by showing him  that the one  who was
          walking with him now and holding his little hand in his big hand,
          was the  King of  the universe.   Additionally, Jesus  showed the
          little boy that baldness, to Him,  was no big deal.    The little
          boy, and  therefore the grown man, were healed and the lies never
          would effect him again.

               About this time, I hear  someone saying, "How could all that
          be true?"   Call me on the  phone and let's pray  together.  I'll
          let Jesus prove to you it's true.

               Furthermore, I have  had many such  personal healings in  my
          own life and literally seen  hundreds of other memories healed in
          the lives of other Christians through the prayer of agreement.

               Concerning the argument with my  wife?  Well, since what she
          was saying  was true, there I go again  admitting it, and since I
          had  been healed  in  so  many areas  related  to inferiority,  a
          worthless self image,  and personal embarrassment, what  she said
          didn't hurt  and could not trigger the  lies I once had believed.
          The same thing can happen to you.   Just call me and find out how
          easily you can be healed and your mind renewed.

          Safe Place Fellowship
          Phil Scovell
          Denver, Colorado - Mountain Time Zone
          Web:  WWW.SafePlaceFellowship.COM
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