What NOT to Wear

The Vatican has announced that it is enforcing its dress code for visitors.  It's nothing oppressive:  no shorts, women's shoulders need to be covered.  If someone violates it, a Swiss Guard quietly asks them to come back when they are more appropriately attired.

I want to post a Swiss Guard at the entrance of every Catholic church in America.

I know that we are living in an increasingly casual society.  We don't do the whole nylons-gloves-hat thing anymore.  That's okay.  I must ask, though:  isn't there some middle ground between ballgown formal and showing up in the grocery store in your pajamas???????

Yes, there is that inevitable:  "God doesn't care what you wear."  I'm not so sure about that.  Even the biggest slob will agree that the clothes one wears affect how you feel and act.  Most of us behave with more decorum at a business dinner with the boss than at the Saturday morning soccer game.  Certainly, if one was invited to dinner at the White House, the general concensus would be that your old Bud Light t-shirt and some flip-flops wouldn't cut it.

Why do we insist that God doesn't care?  Why is it so hard for us to give Him our best?  Doesn't wearing our best signal to us, to those around us and to God:  "Hey, this is important.  I want to be at my best, physically and spiritually.  I know I'm going before the King of Kings, and I want to enter His Court in a way that is worthy of Him"?  Instead, many of us grab whatever will be most comfortable later on that afternoon on the boat and figure it's good enough. 

Jesus is not any less present in your parish church than He is at St. Peter's and more importantly, He's not any less present in our churches than He is in Heaven, or when He was walking around on earth.  You really want to meet your Lord and Savior wearing THAT?  Don't make the nice Swiss Guard ask you to leave......and look at how nicely that Swiss Guard is dressed.....

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