3239 Dress up for Jesus, pt. 2

Over a week ago, I wrote my little hymn to women's fashion, "Dress up, dress up for Jesus," to be sung to the tune of "Stand up, stand up for Jesus." It's my social comment on the sloppy way women appear in public and at church.

In today's Columbus Dispatch (B1) there is a large photo of a marriage recommitment ceremony at Highland Baptist Church. Sixty couples renewed their vows as part of the church's Winter Wedding Spectacular.

From what I could see, it appears that the women are wearing slacks and sweaters or jackets, except for a fuzzy view of a woman in the background who is standing beside a man in a clerical robe (the pastor and his wife?).

Ladies. God is great. God is good. But he's not THAT good. He has not yet created a woman who looks more graceful and feminine and ready for true commitment in slacks than a dress or skirt. I began wearing corduroy slacks in third or fourth grade under my skirts in winter to keep warm, and have yet to find slacks that fit me. And you're kidding yourself if you think it's any different for you.

It gets worse as we get older; the waist expands which leaves baggy material in the back (which is what all the rest of us see), unless you compound the problem with a baggy sweater. This also happens with the men, who are gaining more girth and more baggy seats in their jeans. I don't know what body type the designers have in mind when the patterns are cut, but the rest of us would be out of work if we failed that miserably.

A banquet. A ceremony. The party season of the year which even pagans celebrate. A church that calls itself the Bride of Christ. And still we show up looking like we're going to an OSU tail-gate party?