When I was in junior high, a friend of my father would engage me in theological debate. Of course, I wasn't up to the task, but I consider it part of my training. I loved every minute of it.
"Why didn't you wear a head covering in church today, Heather?" he'd ask.
I'd stammer and stutter. I didn't know then about the cult prostitutes and the new Roman woman. But the one phrase that caught me said, "But if it is disgraceful for a woman to have her hair cut off or her head shaved, she should cover her head."