When I was little I remember my mom occasionally wearing a bandana over her hair on cleaning days. Once, I asked her if she had one I could wear. I followed her around the house, feeling so grown up–until I got bored imitating and ran off to play dolls with my sisters.
To me, the bandana represented everything domestic and feminine.
|Jayne Cobb likes my bandana|
Since then, I’ve found that a bandana is the perfect tool to keep ornery curls out of my eyes when I want to get a great deal of gardening done. (Hurry up spring!) Once, when I woke up my kids, all ready to tackle a day in the yard, the first noise of reply was a dramatic moan from my sleepy-eyed-son.
Apparently the bandana represents work to him. (In fact when I pulled out my bandana for this picture, he had a similar notion.)
|Po likes it too|
This little square of material can hide the face of a stage coach robber, cover the head of a cancer victim, distinguish gang members, add flair to a pirate costume, help square dance partners match, and keep my animals entertained! Can you think of a more useful cloth with a more illustrious history?
I submit that you cannot.
While you are deciding, here is a great site with 30 survival uses for a bandana. Think twice before you leave your house without one.
Paul said he became all things to all people. He submitted to the law that he might win those who were in bondage to the law–even though he wasn’t. I find myself feeling sorry for those under the law, but not always tolerant or compassionate. How good of God to teach us that even if we are not bound, to become like one so that we may reach those who are, not with ridicule or piety–but with empathy.