When my grandson Gabriel was about eight years old he was playing and suddenly he put down his toys and said, “It is now time for our devotion!” He was so insistent that we dropped everything to hear what he had to say. His “devotion” was about Samson! He loudly proclaimed that Samson had done the wrong thing and that God gave him his strength back one more time and then took him to heaven. Then he said, “Does anyone have any questions about Samson” So his mother dutifully raised her hand, knowing that he expected someone to ask something. He acknowledged her raised hand and she said, “Why did Delilah cut Samson’s hair?” He had the answer right away, “Because he needed a haircut!”
That was simple, he just cut right to the point, and I thought, “He NEEDED a haircut?”
The angel of the Lord visited Samson’s mother, who was barren, and told her not to drink any strong drink nor eat any unclean thing because she was going to bear a son that would begin to deliver Israel out of the hand of the Philistines. Samson was born, he grew, and he was handsome and very superman strong. He did a lot of mighty deeds (Judges starting at chapter 13). But as his strength grew, so did his love and lust for beautiful women. To his parents chagrin he chose the wrong girls. The final blow came when Delilah deceived him. I say deceived, she had already shown him what she was going to do by calling the Philistine soldiers every time she thought she had his secret, and he ended up handing her his life as a Judge, his sight, his strength and very nearly his eternal soul. His pride had come full blown and he thought he could trust her; his sense of mortality was misguided as his strength depended on his keeping the vows of the Nazerite.
So it began to seem that Gabriel had the right answer, he needed a haircut.
When his locks were shorn he was chained to a wheel and was grinding like a mule and the Philistines had a blast making fun of him. He had judged Israel for 20 years and now he was treated like a foolish clown in a circus.
In the time that he was working, blinded by hot pokers being shoved into his eyes, his hair was growing, he called on the Lord and God gave him his strength back, one last time. He leaned against the support pillars and pulled them down upon thousands of laughing, mocking people, he died with them but he had made his peace with God.
So I am wondering, if he had not gotten that hair cut would his ways would have continued to be wild, using more harlots, more getting angry and setting fields on fire by setting foxes tails on fire?
This is just me, talking and thinking here, but it seems that his haircut might have saved his eternal soul.
I thought of all the preachers that have fallen from grace and a lot of them were living “high on the hog” with money, fame, and people clamoring for their attention, then the haircut came, they got caught!
Makes me think of Psalm 139:23, Search me, O God, and know my heart: try me, and know my thoughts.
My grandmother used to have a saying if any of us got “too big for our britches”; it was “I’ll take you down a peg hole or two”, and we knew that meant that we needed to “behave ourselves!”
I know that God is my heavenly Father and if He sees me making a fool of myself in anyway, well I don’t even want to think about getting my head shaved (hey, I already did that to myself, didn’t I?), so I would rather search the Word and try to keep right attitudes and keep myself from needing for HIM to give me a haircut to make me learn a lesson.
Did I get that from Gabriel? I guess so, thanks Gabe!
Did you remember that Jesus was a Nazarite who did not sin and became our deliverer?