As I was sitting in Vancouver traffic I couldn’t help but reflect upon how the comb-over could, in a weird and not-altogether-serious sort of way, be seen as a sign of the kingdom of God. In the comb-over, we see a refusal to admit defeat, and the defiance of an evil world where men like us lose our hair. Rather than viewing it as a pathetic and unsightly act of desperation, perhaps the comb-over could be seen as one small act of protest – a proleptic signpost to that glorious eschatological day when there is enough hair to go around…
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As I was sitting in Vancouver traffic I couldn’t help but reflect upon how the comb-over could, in a weird and not-altogether-serious sort of way, be seen as a sign of the kingdom of God. In the comb-over, we see a refusal to admit defeat, and the defiance of an evil world where men like us lose our hair. Rather than viewing it as a pathetic and unsightly act of desperation, perhaps the comb-over could be seen as one small act of protest – a proleptic signpost to that glorious eschatological day when there is enough hair to go around…
March 19, 2007 at 3:13 pm |
Yes, I do combover, or comb down in my case. And now I have theological reason. Thanks. I could be spending hundreds of dollars for a hair club or a tupee (did I spell that right?) but I just don’t care enough. Call that relativism. The combover will only work so long to bring about the inevitable. Let it be an early sign of the end to comb and a glorious witness of the new body to come.:)
March 20, 2007 at 7:52 pm |
I always get a kick out of combovers raised like flags in the wind. I figured why fight the baldness and regularily use my razor to unleash the beauty of the head God sculpted for me. Ahhh the freedom.
September 10, 2007 at 6:31 pm |
Wow – that is amazing/hilarious. Definitely not something that had EVER crossed my mind before.