Monday, January 13, 2014
The Sunday after Anthony's heart transplant, we were taking our youth group up to visit him at Children's ICU in Dallas,
Because we were going to be leaving straight from church, Engineer and I made the decision to wear travelling clothes to the service. The decision was not made flippantly.
Let me back up a moment. Our little family dresses up for church every Sunday - hats, gloves, dresses, ties, jackets, the whole nine yards.
We feel it is important to honor God in the way we dress for church.
"Sunday best" isn't just a phrase to describe the level of our clothes formality, it's actually what we wear - our best on Sunday; to us, it's a way of honoring God. We don't judge how others are dressed for church because it doesn't matter, this is what we believe is right for our family.
We feel it is important to differentiate how we dress every day from how we dress on Sunday.
Engineer wears a polo style shirt and jeans to work every day. Diva wears a school uniform every day. I wear yoga pants and a t-shirt nearly every day. Sunday attire is different. We have friends who wear suits and/or ties to work every day so they choose to dress down for church and I can totally respect that. We, and they, have chosen to make Sunday different from every other day of the week.
We feel like the effort is important.
If Engineer and I were going to a party or out with friends or on a date, we would make the effort and dress up. If I am willing to take the time and put the energy into dressing up for people, how can I justify not dressing up for my Savior? We want to honor Him with our actions, however small they may be.
Besides, we're from the South, and that's how we roll.
With that being said, sometimes it's difficult to instill your child your family's value system, or at least, to explain it where they may understand it.
So back to that Sunday morning that we wore street clothes to church.
We all felt a little weird.
Diva ended up acolyting that morning so instead of getting lost in the congregation, she was front and center in her jeans and sweatshirt.
She was embarrassed saying, "The one Sunday where I wear jeans is the one Sunday no one else could acolyte!"
I felt bad for her but also a little proud that she feels, as we do, that dressing for church is a part of our Sunday worship - that we bring our best to Him.
She wants to bring her best to Him.