Until I was about 12 years old, my Sunday church outfit consisted of four things... a fancy dress, hose or ruffle socks, dress shoes and one heck of a bow. On special occasions, I might even put on a spiffy hat! Don't y'all remember Easter and Mothers Day when the elder women of the family would get a corsage to wear?!? Or is that just a Tennessee Southern-Baptist thing? Ha!
In my thirty years, I have worn jeans to Sunday morning service....once. It wasn't too long ago and I swear, I felt like the devil himself was setting my legs on fire! They itched the entire service and I swore I'd never do it again! And, so far, I haven't.
This morning in church, the pastor recommended to take over as senior pastor was preaching. I was SO excited to hear him preach and to see the new direction the church was taking. I almost gasp at his outfit when he walked up to the pulpit.