MY POWDERHORN
I have always been a hat man. I have always loved the look of a hat as it rests upon the head of the wearer. The type of hat a woman wears says a lot about her. A baseball cap on a lady says “Tom Boy!” while other hats may determine a certain level of sophistication. I saw a group of ladies exiting a funeral last year wearing red hats. I immediately recognized them as being members of the Red Hats Society. I also recollect women wearing hats to church when I was a child. Some were plain and simple while some were decorated with beads or feathers.
A hat on a man is a different thing all together. Some men wear baseball caps for functional purposes. To keep the sun out of their eyes or the rain off of their glasses. Some men wear felt hats to keep the heat in their head. It has been said that the majority of body heat lost in cold weather is through the top of the head. If this is true it makes excellent sense to wear some type of hat during the colder seasons. Some men wear straw hats to keep the hot sun off their brow. Some men wear hats to cover an uncombed head of hair...or just to cover a clean and reflective hairless scalp.
I'd like to tell you about my hat. It is a Stetson Powderhorn. I had always wanted a Stetson growing up. The Stetson is known as the best of the best when it comes to head wear and there are very few people who would be willing to debate against it. Every one knows that the Stetson is the cowboys first choice.
My Powderhorn is a very warm hat, being made of felt. It has a moderate brim that curls up on the sides just slightly. It keeps the rain off of my glasses and the sun out of my eyes as it is supposed to do. Let me tell you of another great purpose for wearing my adequately brimmed topper!
I turned 40 in September and over the last six months I have become increasingly disappointed in humanity. I have always, in general, looked for and expected the best out of my fellow man but I have come to realize the truth that the message found in Jeremiah 17:9 is more prevalent than I ever believed or cared to believe.
The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately wicked: who can know it?
For this reason I may be found out and about at various places with my hat pulled down, the brim casting a dark shadow over my eyes. If you see me wearing my hat in this manner, please rest assured it is not to hide my eyes from the world. Only to hide the world from my eyes.