Yesterday, I caught a glimpse of an article written by the lovely Courtney at Women Living Well. The article was, I Was Confronted For Being Immodest. Go on over and read it so you can have an idea where this discussion stems from.
I posted it to my personal Facebook page and the discussion began. This topic left me thinking back to my article, You’re Not My Jesus. Where do we draw the line?
Do I get the discussion about being immodest. Of course. I absolutely do. I have shared here before how my husband has gotten a full on shot of someone’s breasts because they were bent over in front of him in a dress that revealed way too much. He didn’t purposely turn his head to look at what she was wearing. She was at the table across from where he was filling out paperwork and when he looked up. BAM! If only there was brain bleach for men…
As I read the article at WLW, I thought wow, Courtney is so beyond gracious because while I would have been nice on the phone, I would have been hurt and angry after that call ended. And more so after the phone call when this women never speaks or interacts with her again. This woman who phoned her had no interest in a personal relationship with her but instead in making sure she understood that she needed to tow the line. She wasn’t concerned about the heart or if the confrontation would make her not want to come to church again.
I can think of so many better ways this situation could have gone down. For example, if I had been with my husband the day he got flashed, I would have gone around the table and quietly whispered in the woman’s ear and gently said, “Hey, I just wanted to tell you when you bend over the table everyone can see straight down your dress.” Because I’d want to know myself. Not because I think she needs to follow my personal dress code for church.
Naked shoulders? Honestly, I have never given any thought to this because I rarely wear tank tops myself. When asked, my husband looked at my like I had a third eye when I asked him if naked shoulders were a turn on.
High heels? Another thing I’d never considered. They’ve always just been something that you wear with a dress in my life. Since becoming heavy, I don’t wear them often because I’m afraid of falling. So should we not be wearing heels to church because I guess, they’re too sexy?
Who makes the rules? Where does the line become drawn in the sand? And is that where our focus should be when we are with a body of believers or anyone else for that matter? Focused on outward appearances? Caring more about their clothing than the heart that made it into worship the Lord? Who maybe needs this time with Him more than we do?
I have to tell you, I don’t get it. I believe God should convict each heart. And maybe it’s me but I don’t think acquaintances should call each other out on the carpet. Maybe I’m wrong. If a friend pulled me aside and said, “Girl, your booty is showing when you bend over” I’d likely take that better and thank her for telling me.
Ladies, can we put down the judgments and focus on the important part? That we love on others. Without strings. Without our personal expectations. Without a dress code. We are called to love.
The convictions come to those who are following Christ. They do. We know it. We’ve each experienced it at some point. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Jesus wants them. As much as He wants you, He wants them. Even if their booty is not as covered as we’d like or a little too much cleavage is showing. He wants to capture their hearts and then he starts the molding process of becoming like Him.
I know you’ve got a lot to say on this one. I think it’s an important discussion. Please adhere to the comments policy. No personal attacks will be published.