Note–the following post is a little self-righteous. I usually try to avoid this emotion, but within the confines of this post, it seemed appropriate.
My Fred has suggested that the best way to get the government to change is to have a day when the whole country goes on strike. Granted not everyone would do it, but if many people did it, well then the Government would more obliged to take notice that we are indeed their constituents and we do expect them to follow the Constitution. I would love it if someone with greater organization skills than I were able to start some sort of movement along these lines.
I’m not able to start a nationwide strike, but I am able to wear my headcovering. It’s a simple piece of fabric (or more often these days a snood) but it carries so much weight behind it. My headcovering tells the world that I will not join in with the crumbling morals and distorted values of mainstream society. I separate myself. I separate my family.
My headcovering makes a lot of people uncomfortable. It stings some folks to see it and I suspect part of that reason is because it causes them to examine themselves. I know from personal experience that self examination can be terribly painful, and humbling, especially when I’ve been following the World in certain areas, just because it’s easier than taking a stand. Specifically Church goers, and more than a few Baby Boomers seem particularly uncomfortable and even hostile at times. I think heacoverings pinch their conscience. I know when I see another lady in a covering and for some reason I’m not wearing mine, I feel my conscience being pinched.
My headcovering is a banner, a flag. Quietly it sits atop my head, but it shouts to the world–I will not give in to peer pressure. I am a Christian, a follower of Christ. This world is headed downhill. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, it does. I’m often surprised at how bad things have become, especially in public schools and politics. But I shouldn’t be. The Bible teaches that things will get worse before they get better.
I’m angry with my government. They’ve lost sight of the prize. They’re running the race for the sake of running, not for God and not for the people. Corruption is rampant and as loathe as I am to admit it, it will get worse. While I witness the self-destruction of my country and sit by in frustration, wishing I knew what I could do, I remember my headcovering. It symbolizes a return to morality, a return to traditional values. Which makes me think, of course a headcovering makes people uncomfortable. It’s supposed to. It acts as a wake-up call to everyone who sees it. Those who are most uncomfortable with it are the ones whose conscience it pricks the most.
Ghandi told the people of India to weave their own cloth as a symbol of their independence. It’s so simple, the act of weaving, but carries so much weight behind it. My headcovering is like that. It’s so simple on the outside, but the meaning it carries to a sinful society is weighty and complex.