For the first time in my life I wore shorts to a Sunday morning meeting of the church. It kind of felt like the first time I drank a cup of coffee after we left mormonism, like I was doing something wicked. After all, Jesus spent lots of time admonishing His disciples to wear their finest togas on Sunday morning.
There was a time when I viewed people who wore blue jeans to church as somehow being less serious about their faith. Doesn't God deserve our best worship and don't we show just how serious we are about worship by wearing a suit or at least a tie? I guess these days I think it is the imputed righteousness of Christ that makes me holy, not the culturally mandated church uniform that I wear.
Now having said that, we are heading over to the evening service of a conservative Mennonite church to see some friends and I put on a pair of slacks. Not because it makes me more holy but out of respect for their traditions. Looking forward to seeing some fellow brothers and sisters in Christ this evening!