VL - Issue 18 - November 2015
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Under the Hat by<br />
It wasn’t the first time that hat had caused<br />
unwanted attention. Six months earlier, I’d worn<br />
the hat into a local Goodwill store. (My mistake<br />
wasn’t just wearing the hat; I’d paired it with soccer<br />
shorts and bright purple running shoes.) I entered<br />
the store, and a man saw me and nudged his wife.<br />
“Look at this joker!” He laughed.<br />
That should’ve been the last time I wore it.<br />
Indeed, I actually threw it into the back of the closet<br />
for a while, but I have an unending love for funky<br />
hats and clothes. I dug it back out. It’s a fashion<br />
style that betrays its followers into situations much<br />
like one I now found myself in, as I sat next to a<br />
dirty, old, homeless man in the Chicago subway.<br />
He crowded in next to me and proceeded to<br />
make fun of my Russian fur hat.<br />
“Whoo-haa! That’s a furry li’l hat!” The man’s<br />
voice carried well above the noise of the tracks,<br />
and everyone turned to look at me, the man with<br />
the furry hat. I was glad I wasn’t wearing my<br />
purple shoes.<br />
The homeless man scooted in closer, his gaze<br />
glued to the hat. “Where’d you get it?” he asked.<br />
Normally, I would have ignored his inquiries<br />
and pretended to be grossly involved in something<br />
important on my phone. This is a common strategy<br />
used by Chicagoans to avoid embarrassing<br />
conversations with the homeless. I know I shouldn’t<br />
stoop to such behavior, but I admit that, like many<br />
who are self-conscious or simply uninterested<br />
in such conversation, I do resort to such tactics<br />
at times.<br />
I was raised in a Christian home, even attended<br />
a Bible college in Chicago. I know I’m to reach<br />
into the lives of people and share God’s love.<br />
Unfortunately, I often leave the whole “love thy<br />
neighbor” thing at the turnstile when boarding the<br />
subway. I always pick it back up once I safely exit.<br />
That’s good enough, isn’t it?<br />
The homeless man continued to stare at my<br />
hat, waiting for my answer. I looked down at my<br />
phone but then stopped. A crazy idea popped into<br />
my head. I’ve always been terrible with accents; the<br />
last time I tried to copy a British accent, I ended<br />
up sounding something like Louis Armstrong! But<br />
this time, I went ahead and pursed my lips together,<br />
pushed my tongue to the roof of my mouth, and<br />
hoped it would produce the desired accent.<br />
“It’za from Russia,” I told him in my fake Russian<br />
accent. A girl across the aisle burst out laughing but<br />
quickly muffled it so as not to wreck the next scene.<br />
“Really?! No way, man! That’s awesome,” he<br />
exclaimed, slapping his knees with both hands<br />
in excitement. “Where can I get one of those?”<br />
Jacob Miller<br />
he slurred. Eyes all around the train watched me<br />
intently, waiting for my response.<br />
I pulled myself back into character. “Youz can’t;<br />
onlyz in Russia,” I told him, pointing to the fur hat.<br />
“Diz fur, youz no find in Chicaga.”<br />
People around the train chuckled.<br />
“Ahh, man! I knew it!” The homeless man wailed.<br />
He kicked the seat in front of him, causing more<br />
heads to turn. Folding his arms, he positioned<br />
himself into a pout and didn’t say another word. I<br />
just smiled and felt proud that I had put an end to<br />
his banter. Others around the car seemed relieved<br />
that he had stopped his incessant chatter. We all<br />
rode on in silence. Mission accomplished.<br />
As I reflected on this scene later, however,<br />
I realized an ugly truth. What I had done to that<br />
homeless man was perhaps more unkind than<br />
simply ignoring him. I had played him for a fool.<br />
My fur hat had become a tool for a cruel joke<br />
that mocked the disillusionment of this man.<br />
That’s right––a man. A man created and loved by<br />
God. A man who needed, not my mocking, but my<br />
compassion.<br />
I realized that this man was wearing a hat he<br />
didn’t want to wear. He couldn’t pretend to be<br />
someone else. He was trapped with the hat he<br />
had come to know in life. And there I was, a man<br />
trying to escape his own identity under the guise<br />
of Russian fur.<br />
Could it be that my love for hats was really a<br />
desire for new identity? With each hat, I could be<br />
anyone I wanted in public—while avoiding who<br />
I actually was in private. A man unsettled. A man<br />
afraid. A man unsure.<br />
And that was it, wasn’t it? The identities I’d been<br />
taking on stemmed from my insecurity in who I<br />
truly was. Nobody goes around proclaiming their<br />
insecurities to the world, and I had no intention<br />
of strolling through the streets of Chicago sharing<br />
Jesus because, oddly enough, my greatest insecurity<br />
was in my own relationship with Him.<br />
continued on page 23<br />
Hat<br />
Check!<br />
by Jacob Miller and Kristi Overton Johnson<br />
God didn’t intend for His beautifully<br />
created people to hide under hats––to go<br />
about life hiding from the world and from<br />
Him. When we make mistakes, God never<br />
says, “Hey! Go put on a hat! I can’t bear to<br />
look at you.”<br />
No, that’s not our Father. Our Father<br />
says, “Come to Me, child. It’s okay. Come<br />
out from wherever you’re hiding and tell<br />
Me what’s on your heart. Tell Me what<br />
you’ve done. Tell Me about your struggles<br />
and fears. Tell Me about your dreams or<br />
disappointments.”<br />
He doesn’t push us away or demand we<br />
become someone other than who we truly<br />
are. Instead, our heavenly Father invites us<br />
to come now, simply as we are. To come<br />
to Him with all of our fears, mistakes, and<br />
insecurities, so He can love us and make<br />
us whole.<br />
God wants you to come––yes, you!––to<br />
come just as you are. In all your dirtiness,<br />
with all your mistakes, in the midst of your<br />
confusion.<br />
God’s love for you isn’t dependent<br />
upon your past. It doesn’t depend on your<br />
current abilities or situation. It’s based on<br />
one fact, and one fact alone: You are His<br />
child. And He’s waiting with arms wide<br />
open for you to come home to Him. It’s<br />
there that you’ll find your true identity. It’s<br />
there you will discover you are infinitely<br />
loved, no matter what. V<br />
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