Wednesday, 27 July 2016
I have never been told so often how brave I am as I have this week. Yet what I did - shaving my head for charity - was not brave or courageous. By definition, bravery and courage are about facing danger or pain, or conquering fear.
None of those things applied. After all, I just had a haircut, and my hair will grow again. There was no pain, no danger, no fear.
I think what people really meant was that I had made a sacrifice - an act of giving something up for the sake of something else regarded as more important. Making a sacrifice is a part of faith, so I see my act as obedient, not brave.