I have always prided myself in being strong-willed, and knew when my (also strong-willed) husband and I started having children, we would be
cursed blessed with some strong-willed children.
One situation where my strong-willed behavior comes out is when anyone discusses church attire. Usually, those I’ve spoken with have argued we are going to God’s house; historically, my response has been, “God knows what is in my heart, so He doesn’t care if I show up in jeans.”
A couple months ago, I attended Mass on a cold, wet, rainy Sunday morning. I was anticipating spending the early afternoon watching someone graduate from a program at a major university. Since I had to “dress up” for a rainy graduation, which included walking quite a way in heels, I opted to cover myself up and wear my comfy jeans, my sweater, and tennis shoes to church.
I didn’t think much about my attire.
At least, not until I headed up the aisle for Communion.
As I walked up the aisle, in my jeans, with the veil on my head, I started wondering why I was willing to dress nicely in a skirt, sweater, and heels for the commencement ceremony, but I couldn’t seem to bother dressing that nicely for God. Or, for Jesus, who is present in front of me, literally every. single. Sunday. I also noted the stark contrast between the veil out of respect for Our Lord (which I previously blogged about), and how my clothes did not appear to follow through on that devotion. I almost didn’t receive Communion that day, simply because I was wrestling with my internal dialogue, instead of focusing on receiving Christ.
Since that Sunday, I have gradually paid more attention to putting thoughts behind what I choose to wear to church on Sundays. Yet, I haven’t been able to articulate my thoughts on why people should wear a Sunday Best.
That is, until I saw a blurb in our church bulletin last weekend:
The full weight of the first bullet point hit me in the middle of my gut. For the first time, I truly understood the reason it is emphasized to wear one’s finest.
I used to dress in my finest to go to job interviews. A week in court, in front of a judge, would see me in my finest 3-5 days in a row. To go on dates with my husband, I have worn my finest. To go to “mandatory fun” events, I wear my best clothes.
But to visit God in His house?
God got my lazy day clothes.
And, I wonder how fair is that to God?
If I am to put Him first in my life, and I am to truly believe He is present in the Mass and at the Eucharistic table, should I not want to give Him my best?
Should I not want to look my best for Him?
While God is not my future employer, I do hope and pray one day I will live with Him eternally. So, should I not want to do everything I can to show Him I want to be in Heaven?
Therefore, while I don’t anticipate blogging about church attire too frequently, I decided to link up with Rosie Hill at A Blog for My Mom’s “My Sunday Best, Vol. 14” this week, to embrace this newfound line of questioning I have been pondering for the better part of 3 months.
I hope you’ll check out her series, and some other bloggers, who do make it a point to inspire others to wear their Sunday Best!