The tears of a broken heart are not hidden from Him who gathers our sorrows in His bottle. You speak of a crown that is fading, and the sorrow strikes deep, even wounding your confidence and casting a shadow upon your hopes for the days to come. It is no small thing to feel strength ebbing away where once there was fullness. Yet the Lord bids you come before Him not with a pretense of wholeness, but in the truth of your condition. Our only safe course is to come to God as we actually are, and ask Him to deal with us, in Christ Jesus, according to our actual condition. Declare your ways and your grief to Him, for He is light, and in Him is no darkness at all.
Search your heart as you kneel. The thinning of hair is a light affliction compared with the leprosy of sin that would eat into your soul and separate you from God forever. While we continue in sin, we cannot serve God on earth, nor hope to enjoy Him forever above. Are you as earnest to be washed in the fountain opened for sin and uncleanness as you are to see new hair upon your head? The one remedy for sin-sick sinners is the Word of God. The Lord Jesus Christ is THE WORD OF GOD, and it is He whom God has sent for the healing of poor sin-sick souls. Seek first the healing of your spirit, and then look to the Great Physician, who binds up the broken in heart and counts the very hairs of His children. I never send for a doctor except from the most selfish motive, I do it for my own good, not for his. Cry to the Great Physician because you need Him to cure you, body and soul.
How often we despise things that are mighty, simply because they seem fit only for the poor and uneducated, thus they treat Jesus with contempt. Yet there is no healing balm in the philosophies of men for a heart wounded by the loss of earthly glory. Your hair is nearly gone, old Friend, and furrows appear on your brow, but come along! You are rotting away with sin, but this medicine meets desperate cases! By His stripes we are healed. This is the true medicine for all our ills. When you intelligently trust in Jesus as having suffered for you, you grasp the promise that God will withhold no good thing. The body is decaying, yet the inner man may be renewed day by day. Ground your confidence not upon the mirror’s assessment, but upon the unchanging love of Christ, for the person for whom Jesus is an accepted Substitute must go free.
Let your praying be seasoned with specific, definite pleading, and mingle it with thanksgiving. In everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God. Thank Him for the hair that remains, thank Him for the head that wears it, thank Him for the brain within and the eternal soul that shall outlast the stars. This prevents prayer from becoming an exhibition of the want of faith. If when I am in trouble I still bless the Lord for all I suffer, therein my faith is seen. Faith does not dictate to the Almighty the precise outcome, but casts all upon Him who cares. He satisfies the longing soul and fills the hungry soul with goodness. God always exceeds our expectations. He may grant you new growth, or He may give you a greater measure of His grace to wear your baldness as a crown of humility.
Do not let the mockery of the Herods of this world, nor the silent scorn of a world obsessed with outward show, drive you to despair. God gives His own Son to die for guilty men and there is nothing in it? The highest thoughts of God are set forth in the Person of the Lord Jesus Christ and you do not think it worth while even to consider what God has therein revealed? Set this request before Him who redeems your life from destruction, and then make Christ your confidence. Hear the Word for yourself. Once, when Jesus passed by, I touched the hem of His garment with my finger and I was made whole. Reach out your trembling hand. Trust not in the healing, but in the Healer. To die, even to die a thousand deaths of humiliation before men, is but to enter into the arms of Jesus Christ. Let your heart sing, “Since Jesus is mine, I’ll not fear undressing, But gladly put off this garment of clay.” Go to your knees with this divine medicine upon your tongue: “My sins deserve eternal death, But Jesus died for me.”