Posts Tagged ‘Clothing’


February 24, 2014 8 comments

There are a few things that we all need.  Food.  Clothing.  Shelter.  Basic needs for all of us.  We all like to eat.  We need clothing because no one wants to see us naked.  We all like to sleep in the warm and dry.

There’s only one way that most of us can supply ourselves with those things.


No, not the Pink Floyd song, though that’s what it’s about with its old cash register sound.  We all need money.

We go to work so that we will be paid with money.  Our employers charge money for their services.  Even our churches need money.  My church needs $853 just to turn the lights on each week.

No matter where we turn we need money.  Gas costs money.  Food costs money.


Money For Nothing

Let’s face it.  There’s a whole lot of stuff in our homes that money has bought that amounts to nothing.

We could call do inventories of the things we own only to find that much of it really amounts to nothing.

It could be a magazine subscription or old clothes that we hold onto because we can’t bear to let go of them.  It’s different for all of us.

Money Can’t Buy Me Love

Money can buy many things.  Like The Beatles sang, “Money can’t buy me love.”   Do you know what money can buy?

It can buy happiness.  Money can definitely buy happiness for a time.  What it can’t buy is joy

Money can do many things for us.

It just can’t do what Christ can do for it.

Have you ever tried to depend on money for happiness?

Sunday Clothes

February 17, 2014 3 comments

I don’t remember much about it really.  My Grandma and Grandpa liked to take me on trips when I was little.  Sometimes it was for me.  One I remember was driving into the mountains, which was much different than driving in the Great Smoky Mountains now.  There were many more panhandling bears back then.

This time, though, it wasn’t a fun trip for me.  Instead, it was to visit my Grandma’s Aunt Violet.  She lived in Oak Ridge, which wasn’t much of a secret city any more, at least it hadn’t been for the past twenty-five years or so.  No, this visit was for them to visit with Aunt Violet and to show me off.

My mom dressed me up the way she wanted.  I’m sure the clothes were fine, but when my Grandma arrived it wasn’t good enough for her.  I can imagine that I pitched some sort of fit when I had to change.

I mean who really wants to wear their Sunday clothes on Saturday?


My dad was one the first I knew of who did it.  Maybe the first.  Was he a trend setter?  Absolutely not.  Ahead of his time?  No way.  No, he was just a guy who did what he wanted when he wanted.

I don’t remember exactly when he began doing it, but if you pressed me I would say the early 80’s.  I didn’t realize the significance of it until much later.

He began wearing jeans 100% of the time.

He wore jeans to work and he wore jeans to church.  Granted, his church jeans weren’t his work jeans.  They were his newer jeans, not faded and worn.  And let me tell you, you wouldn’t have wanted to wear his jeans.  He took them to the cleaners to have them starched with a crease just like dress pants.

He wore his Sunday clothes, basically, on a daily basis.


I still remember it like it was yesterday.  It was the 70’s, you know back before the world lost its mind.  At least that’s probably what some people would say while looking back, though I’m sure at the time plenty of people thought the world was going to hell in a handbasket.

The new church, the one that I had helped build by buying a savings bond, wasn’t very old, maybe we had been in it for two or three years.  It wouldn’t be long before entered the 80’s, but Jimmy Carter was still president.

It was Sunday night and I was missing The Wonderful World of Disney.  The door opened and there was almost an audible gasp as she walked in.

She was the crazy lady of the church.  The one all of the proper ladies talked about.  Not that she was a loose woman or a hussie, or some of the other names you might hear about a woman.  No, she was just a woman who refused to do what all of the other women wanted her to do.

She was wearing pants.

I know that seems quaint, but it just wasn’t done back then.  Women wore proper clothes to church.  They wore dresses.  They wore their Sunday clothes.


Today in my church, it’s come as you are.  If you want to wear dressier clothes, that’s fine.  If you want to wear jeans, it’s all good.  Some even wear shorts.

Granted, even for me, it’s hard to adjust to some clothes.  It seems that, even when it’s relaxed, we still have our own definitions of what Sunday clothes are.

I just wonder if we who go to church on Sunday wear our Sunday clothes all week long?

Does your church have a “dress code”?  Are wearing your “Sunday clothes” the rest of the days of the week?

The Industry Of Christianity

January 28, 2014 9 comments

Recently I was talking to a friend of mine.  This person has some ties to Christian performing.  We talked about this for a while and, while I was astonished, I was saddened by what I heard.

I heard tales of how the people performing didn’t really live any sort of lifestyle for Christ.  Basically the performers treat their jobs as being entertainers for Christians.  They know the lingo, how to talk the talk and walk the walk in public.

One night some folks I know went to see one of the performers we discussed.  Following our conversation, I had some serious misgivings about whether I should say anything to them or not.  Evidently it is well-known in the Christian industry that this person leads a lifestyle that would have curled the hair of my friends.  I held off due to the fact that I couldn’t really verify it with firsthand information.

As I thought about it for a while, there was one thing that bothered me more than anything.  We have made an industry of Christianity.

I can go to a certain store and buy my Christian books, magazines and music.  I can also get Christian art and calendars.  Plus, lest I forget, there is also my Christian movies and exercise videos.

Just up the street I can go buy my Christian jeans and shoes and who knows what.  I don’t go there because my jeans come from San Francisco.

I hate the fact that we have, in some ways, become just another alternative market.  Further evidence?  We have our own t-shirts and breath mints that witness for us.

Each year, we who follow Christ are becoming the minority in this nation.  We’re going to have start taking the attitude of being missionaries.  Otherwise, other countries are going to begin sending missionaries here to us.  For all any of us know, they already are.

Christianity is going to have to be more than an industry.  It’s going to have to be a true walk of faith in our lives.

Do you ever shake your head about the Christian industry?