Sherry of Semicolon is collecting book reviews today and has a nice list going so far. If you would like to participate, follow the link and don’t forget to read the reviews that catch your eye.
I’m currently reading The Fellowship of the Ring by J.R.R. Tolkien, but have yet to blog about it. I guess I better get on that, so next week I can chime in with my review.
What is wrong with the women in my church? Last Sunday one lady looked like she just stepped out of an early-80′s Madonna video. She wore a black lace shell blouse with a black lace bra underneath.
Holding a conversation with her proved difficult because I kept wanting to stare at her chest. I’m assuming that’s what she wanted me to do since she was dressed for it. Plus, she’s not a spring chicken, if you get my meaning. She should have known better at her age.
Then there was the gal who decided to go bra-less. Yup, you read that right – no bra. Not a big deal, you say? Well, it is if you’re wearing a backless, loosely- fitting top. Anyone sitting behind her and a bit off to the side got an eyeful. I took one look at her and quickly moved my husband to another pew. How is a man supposed to concentrate with her cleavage distracting him? Hey, it destracted me, and I’m a girl.
Don’t even get me started with the camis. I do like a nice cami. Who doesn’t? So comfy and cool in the heat. But to church? Especially on a woman blessed with extra in the bosom department? Not a pretty sight.
The women I mentioned are not new believers either. Do they not have Bibles or did they skip those verses that call for modesty?
I’m not saying we should all wear a long-sleeved dress with a high collar and pantyhose. I’m okay with the proper amount of skin. Just use your common sense.
Just so you know I’m living in today’s society, and I do know a thing or two about fashion, here is an example of what I think is okay for church. Last month, I wore a cotton blazer, tank top, knee length skirt and sandals to a Sunday morning service. The bright blue tank made for a nice splash of color under the blazer – a blazer I made sure to keep on me. I also had on the proper undergarment, too.
It’s easy to dress modestly without doing it like a Pilgrim.
You know what the sad thing is about these women I mentioned? If I were to pull them aside and lovingly tell them that what they are wearing may be cool in the heat, it’s not cool to wear to church. I would certainly be accused of being (gasp!) judgmental.
So I remain silent.
I don’t want my husband – or any other man in the congregation – to have to worry about what they might catch a glimpse of while singing praise songs or listening to a sermon. My boys are going to start noticing these – dare I say it? – trashy-looking women, too. What do I tell my girls if they want to choose clothing that leaves little to the imagination? What is a mother to do?
It sure does make the idea of home church appealing.
With a love for books.
Please note the chewed up corners. Apparently books taste good, too.