The Echo

The Echo, By C.C. Miller.

’Twas a sheep not a lamb
That strayed away in the parable Jesus told,
A grown-up sheep that strayed away
From the ninety and nine in the fold.
And why for the sheep should we seek
And earnestly hope and pray?
Because there is danger when sheep go wrong:
They lead the lambs astray.
Lambs will follow the sheep, you know,
Wherever the sheep may stray.
When sheep go wrong,
It won’t take long till the lambs are as wrong as they.
And so with the sheep we earnestly plead
For the sake of the lambs today,
For when the sheep are lost
What a terrible cost
The lambs will have to pay.

A Tribute to Baldness

As my hairline continues to recede I have been thinking a lot about baldness and society. Why is it that people like to make fun of bald men? Why am I a bit apprehensive about the process? What is it about being bald that could be so bad? I know I will always have to wear a hat outside in the summer because bald guys can get terrible sunburns up there. But other than that, what is so bad?

There could be advantages too. For example, think of the money bald people save on shampoo, hair products, and time doing their hair.

As I have thought about it, most of the influential men in my life are bald.

My Grandfathers.

My brother the Md, PhD.

My dad. A stallion.

Bald men are prominent on the stage and big screen.

The King.

The Master Jedi.

The Master Spy.

Mr. Jackson.

The Professor.

Mr. Clean!

The Bulldog.

One of the scary things about going bald is not knowing what is actually under that hair.

His Airness.

The Mailman.

The doughnut man.

The Champ.

The Bruce.

I have heard it put like this, God only created a few perfect heads. The rest he covered with hair.