Reflection following Baby Blessing and Trey wearing a suit
We blessed 30 babies last night! 30! This church has been blessed, in fact there were more babies but some of them couldn't make it.
I put on my monkey suit to do my part. Its easier than getting dirty looks from old people. Unfortunately its all I heard about for a few hours. How nice you looked in a suit. Why don't you always where a tie? I didn't know you could clean up so good? You look like a grown up, good for you. Trey, is that you?
Let me translate: God likes you more when you play dress up.
I'm tired of feeling like Church is a fancy seafood restaurant with a dress code. If that's the case would should have a loaner coat and tie at the door for people. I adhere to a much softer, friendlier set of rules. Church should follow the 7/11 example: No shoes. No shirt. No service.
There's a dress code I can understand and get behind! Come as you are!
Yes, I know I look amazing in a suit. I'll give you that one. But what image am I trying to send? I got so many compliments last night I'm afraid I caused women to sin lustfully and men to sin jealously. I'd much rather come to church looking to the kids like what their dad's wear on Saturday afternoon.
Besides, ties have no evolutionary purpose. Is there somebody out there who is really cold right down the middle of their chest?
A final anecdote to prove my rant: I went to Bible Hour to make sure things went well after church. My nephew, Maddox (who I call Legend), was there running around. Usually when he sees me he is happy to and runs over to me. But not last night in my monkey suit. I called out, "Legend!" He smiled real big and started looking around for me. Unfortunately I was standing right in front of him. He didn't recognize me in that get up. He actually ran around to me to look for me!
I'll keep my one coat and tie for now... for now...