Phil, thanks for sharing.  That was great!
Todd

--- Phil Scovell <[log in to unmask]> wrote:

> Here is an oldie but a goodie.  I just happened to
> be emailing to someone I
> am praying with and I had this funny feeling,
> someone on the list needed to
> read it, maybe again.
> 
> 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 mean.
> 
>      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 immeasurable 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 saying.
> 
>      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 
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