The Redirecting of My Life

People find different ways to figure out what type of person someone is; whether it is the type of clothes they wear, music they listen to, car they drive, house they live in, etc. But what if we looked at the person’s hands. Looking at my own hands I see callouses and scars. I am not bragging but my hands have done a lot. I have done many things with them including: carpentry, construction, maintenance, sports, and even using them to communicate (sign language). Each scar has a story whether it was me being foolish as a child, scars of a rough past, or scars that teach me from the errors of myself or others in a work place. Looking at a person’s hands you might be able to tell the type of work they do or maybe the past they had, but it does not necessarily tell of their personality, beliefs, or the pain and burden they bear. Who knew that the rugged hands of a carpenter would be the ones to bear the sin, shame, and pain of the world. This makes me wonder, did Jesus ever look at his hands? As he looked at them and seeing the ruggedness of years of carpentry, did he picture them with holes in them? Knowing that his hands will never be the same again when he took our burdens, did he get scared? My hands can endure physical pain, but when it comes to the pains of the heart they become worthless. But Christ has hands that, even though they are rugged and torn, bear a soft healing touch. I wonder what Christ’s reaction is when he looks at his hands now, seeing the holes and knowing the pain and burden they bore as he hung on the cross? Our hands can tell a story, but our hearts and actions tell a much more grand story. Just like Christ’s hand can tell a story, but his heart and actions gave us life and the greatest story ever told.

A tree never stops growing, if it’s growth ever stops it has died. Also a tree will grow to extend it’s reach as far as it possibly can, it’s branches stretch out reaching for a goal unseen. It’s roots dig deep into the ground so it can withstand the power of the wind. But it must dig deep to be able to stand firm, for if it’s roots stay shallow it will topple over in the rush of the wind. Our relationship with our God should be one of continuous growth. But like the tree, if our relationship with him stops growing it will die. Our goal should be to stretch out and reach to get as close to God as possible. But this isn’t an easy or a short task, this is a life long journey a requires a continuation that never ceases. Like the tree having no or shallow roots will cause us to fall to the rush of temptation and sin. We much set our roots down and dig deep into the teachings that God, our Father, and Christ have provided us with through the Bible. May we continuously reach for our Father, grow in our relationship with Him, and dig deep in our studies of their teachings.

One morning I was walking along a beach, it was early so there aren’t very many people here. I see the beautiful sunrise glistening off of the water. Life seem to be going good, things were looking up and I was happy, the only bad thing was locked away in the back of my mind never to get out, or so I thought. As I am walking along I start to see people arriving, little by little. At first it didn’t seem so bad but it started to get worse by the minute. Soon it was so crowded that it was impossible to sit down. I found myself walking through a massive crowd of people, I was being shoved and stepped on. I start to panic and push harder to get away from this mess but I felt like I was just getting deeper into it. All of a sudden I find myself feeling so alone, there is literally thousands of people around me but no one notices me. Then some one does notice me. He seems to be a friendly guy, he’s cheerful, funny, and shows some concern. So I talk with him, telling him of what I am going through and how it is becoming hard for me and I would like someone to help. This man smiles and looks at me and says “Thanks for sharing. Let me know how it goes”. Then he walked away. I felt a little better after talking with him but then I realized I was still stuck in this mess and nothing had changed. So I start pushing through the crowd again, frustrated and lonely. I run into a young lady and she asks me if she could be of any help. I figured it couldn’t hurt to share with her, so I started to share. She then turns to one of her friends and starts talking as I try to explain what is happening. I stood there for a minute then gave up on her and started walking away. I looked back wondering if she noticed my disappearance, but she still stood there talking. Even more frustrated than before, I continue to try to make my way through this massive crowd. I run into a couple of guys carrying what seems like luggage, they seemed pretty relaxed and kind. They walked besides me and listened to everything I said. Then they started to tell me, dramatically, what is wrong in their life. It seemed like they were trying to see who was going through the worst problems. All of a sudden I am carrying both of their bags and they are heading the opposite way laughing. I try to drop the bags but I can’t let go of them. At this point I am angry and I start pushing carelessly through the crowd. I notice people here and there putting things in the bags and I can’t do anything to stop them. Soon the bags are so heavy I can barely keep them off the ground but even though I try I cannot set the bags down, not even for a second. I realize I am on a rather large dock and it is still crowded. I figured if I can get to the edge of this dock I can try to throw the bags into the ocean. So I struggle forward dragging my feet, people are still adding to my load, and now there are people watching and looking very amused by my struggle. They start telling others to keep adding more burden onto me to see just how far I can go. Soon I have people screaming at me to give up and that there is no hope for me. There are also people who are whispering into my ear telling me I am an idiot for even trying, why do I even try to take another step? Am I really going to get somewhere? What are you hoping to accomplish? Next thing I know, my mind is filled with doubt, I want to run away but I can’t. I finally make it to the edge of the dock and try to get rid of the massive burden I carry, but I can’t, it will not go away. It’s weight is starting to crush me, people are still adding more and laughing. I am sitting on the cold concrete, leaning against the rails gasping for air. But the weight is too much, it is becoming a fight to even breathe. All of a sudden I am sitting on the floating dock again. There is no people anywhere near me. I no longer see the hundreds of mocking faces. But I still fight to breathe, the heavy bags are still on me and I can’t get rid of them. I notice my feet are in the water and my shoes are next to me. I look closer at my shoes and see they are torn, bloody, and pretty much useless now. I sit there gasping, only thankful for the cold water on my feet and the the air that makes it into my lungs. I do not notice anything else, even though there is life all around me, I show no interest in it. Just when I think all is hopeless and I have taken my last breath, the baggage disappears! There is no more weight on me, though I am sore from all of the weight that I carried. I can breathe a whole lot better now. I then hear his voice again and it said “That was a pretty heavy load you were carrying”. I looked up and saw Jesus standing next to me. “Where did it go? All of the baggage?” I asked. “I am now carrying it” Jesus said “I hate to say this, but you have forgotten everything. You shouldn’t have had to carry all of these burdens for so long! If you had just given them to me as soon as you got them you wouldn’t be in this mess. You, yourself, have taught others to give their burdens to me and not listen to the world, yet you are deaf to your own words.” These words I was hearing hurt, I didn’t find them comforting at all. Jesus then says “The feeling you are feeling now, the pain, is how I feel every time someone says they cannot trust in me nor my Father. It pains me to see every one trying to carry such an impossible load by themselves cause they can’t trust that I can make it lighter. I want to help, but they must take that first step and surrender their burdens to me. I can only watch till then.” ” I am so sorry!” I cried “I didn’t mean to cause you such pain” Jesus looks at me and says “I forgave you before you even did this. There is nothing to forgive right now. But I need you to remember, everyday, that you are blessed and loved more than you can ever imagine and there is nothing that you can do to change that.” We sit there for a little while resting our feet in silence. After several minutes Jesus stood up and said “It is time for you to go. Please remember what I said, especially when things get rough”. Then he disappeared. I reach for my useless shoes to put them on and I find a brand new pair of shoes in their place, smiling, I put them on and headed back to the mess of this world.

I have had a tough time being back in Abilene, especially after the fantasy of camp. At camp everything seemed so easy, I could connect with God easily, I found happiness all around, I was constantly excited, and I had a lot of fun. But being back to Abilene (reality) I have been overwhelmed with difficulties. The weird thing is it isn’t school, is not family, it is everything else. I constantly found myself wanting to give up. I became emotional, depressed, longing to go back to the easiness of camp. I wanted to leave Abilene, the one place I never thought I would get tired of. The funny thing is I felt that God put it on my heart to come back. He is telling me I am suppose to be here. And me being like any rebellious child, I try to do what I want and in the end I come running back to Him crying cause I got hurt. But the thing is with God he doesn’t say “I told you so” he is comforting and loving. Then I do it again, I find myself thinking “What if…” and God put thing I want to run away from on my mind and I can’t get rid of it. I feel as if he is being like a parent telling me to obey because he doesn’t want to see me get hurt, smacking my hand when I get into trouble and start straying away. He is constantly trying to guide me, but I’m like a child with severe ADHD and I run all over the place and do the opposite of what he says. But one thing I have found is that whenever I get hurt and run back to Him he is always accepting, comforting, and he never says “I told you so”. God is the perfect parent, he let’s us know the he would do anything to protect us, but we need to be willing to listen to Him and allow Him to protect us and not try to do everything ourselves. God is telling us He loves us and we can’t do anything that will make Him take that love away.

I am a part of the fellowship of the unashamed. The die has been cast. I have stepped over the line. The decision has been made. I’m a disciple of His and I won’t look back, let up, slow down, back away, or be still.

My past is redeemed. My present makes sense. My future is secure. I’m done and finished with low living, sight walking, small planning, smooth knees, colorless dreams, tamed visions, mundane talking, cheap living, and dwarfed goals.

I no longer need preeminence, prosperity, position, promotions, plaudits, or popularity. I don’t have to be right, or first, or tops, or recognized, or praised, or rewarded. I have lived by faith, lean on His presence, walk by patience, lift by prayer, and labor by Holy Spirit power.

My face is set. My gait is fast. My goal is heaven. My road may be narrow, my way rough, my companions few, but my guide is reliable and my mission is clear.

I will not be bought, compromised, detoured, lured away, turned back, deluded or delayed.

I will not flinch in the face of sacrifice or hesitate in the presence of the adversary. I will not negotiate at the table of the enemy, pander at the pool of popularity, meander in the maze of mediocrity.

I won’t give up, shut up, or let up until I have stayed up, stored up, prayed up, paid up, and preached up for the cause of Christ.

I am a disciple of Jesus. I must give until I drop, preach until all know, and work until He comes. And when He does come for his own, He’ll have no problem recognizing me. My colors will be clear!

Camp Eagle 2010

I have many different opinions on the meaning of community. I picture a perfect community as a group of people who accepts each other like a family, and when there is a problem someone actually listens and helps. But there are several problems, these problems are that some people just don’t have the trust to share their problems or the person listening just doesn’t care enough to do anything about it. Have you ever asked someone how he or she was doing and they said they were fine but they didn’t seem fine, despite the obvious signs you keep on your way not really caring?  Do we really care enough to take the time to help someone with their problems? Many people feel like they are being a burden when they try to get help; I know I feel like this a lot. Sometimes it isn’t the feeling of being a burden that is the problem; I think the real problem is trust.

I have issues with trust because I have been through some situations where people I thought were trustworthy turned around and told everyone my problems and mocked me for them. Because of these events I feel as if I can never trust anyone again.I felt as if I opened up to anyone, they would turn around and stab me in the back. This has cause me to create impossible standards for people in order for me to become more open with them. But can you blame me? Recently I have gone and am still going through some problems, I was told by people they sincerely wanted to help, I fell for the trap yet again. After talking with them about my struggles they leave and the problem does not feel resolved. I have been told it is my problem I have to face them, but what if I need support? How am I suppose to be motivated if there is no encouragement? Many times I feel as if I cannot do anything by myself. Another thing I hate hearing is the words “I know how you feel” or “I know what you are going through”. I feel like screaming “No you do not!! Because you do not know what emotions I am feeling, each person feels things differently and face problems differently”. I see many Christian use prayer as an excuse oppose to actually doing something about the situation, don’t get me wrong I do appreciate prayer but what does it accomplish if no one does anything? Talking to people feel like a temporary relief but what if something was actually done? Constantly I hear the words “Lets talk about it” but when I show up to talk about the problem the topic is not the problem. Many times people try to make you see that they have been in worse situation, you know upping the ante, but what does that fix? I just have a hard time in seeing the reason to trusting anyone, seeing that it has not accomplish anything for me, in fact most of the time it has caused me more pain and trouble than before. This problem created a hard shell around my heart, I never devoted myself to anything, and I just didn’t care about life or my future. I was just living day-by-day with no goals and no feelings for anyone. I lived almost everyday of my life with a false smile on my face and I sometimes still do. I just don’t have the feeling that I can’t trust people with my problems and I think that they will just make things a lot worse. It seems that whenever I confronted someone about a problem and they say they will change there is only one day were things seem to get better, but after that one day everything goes back to the same old problems. So I can’t trust anyone to make a serious change and I give up. I gave up on a lot of people when I shouldn’t have and I wish I can go back to change things. In Proverbs 28:26 it says “He who trusts in himself is a fool, but he who walks in wisdom is kept safe” this verse struck me hard, because for a long time the only person I trusted was myself and I faded away from everyone around me. But now I have accepted the mistakes I have made and I strive to be a person who cares. Whenever some one has a problem I don’t want then to go through what I have and make the same mistakes I did, I am willing to be the help that person needs.

If we truly care about other we will be honest and trustworthy and not just act like we care, I mean truly care for others. We are the hands and feet of Christ and we need to take action, not only pray, in helping others.  Show that we care enough to do something and not just say we will. Put yourself in Peter’s shoes as Jesus asks him if he loves him. When Peter answers yes, Jesus told him to care for his sheep. We Christians are Jesus’ sheep and we need to care for one another like Christ cared for us.  The parable of the sheep and goats is another way of Jesus telling us that we should care for one another. I know that I will still struggle with this trust issue, but I also know I don’t have to do it alone and no one should. My goal now is to make sure that no one goes through what I have and I will do everything that I can to prevent this from happening to someone else. I am offering the option to learn from my mistakes, so you won’t have to go through the struggles and the pain yourself.

As I wander through the forest; I know where I am going, but I don’t know where I am. I see the trees, the wild uncut grass, the grasshoppers fleeing, the butterflies fluttering around, a squirrel here and there, and birds singing and flying over my head. The nature around me seems so untouched, untainted, and so truly pure. It seems that there has never been a human around, no footpaths, no sounds of cars or airplanes, no smog or smells of the city, none of these destructive things have ever been here. As I continue to walk, I come to a clearing. In this clearing there is a large pond, and sitting on the water is a floating dock. It is not one of those wooden ones that is anchored into the ground. It seems like it is hard plastic with metal railings. As I walk towards the covered patio, the dock sinks under my weight. On the patio there is a bench near the back and nothing else. I walk toward the edge and look into the water, it is so clear but I can’t see the bottom. I can see the fishes and other creatures swimming around. I sit down on the edge and stick my feet into the water, the cold is a shock but it is an enjoyable one, for my feet are tired and worn. As I look out over the pond I see that there is no disturbance in the water; it is like glass. Yet the dock is swaying, kind of like a boat drifting on calm water. I see the tall reeds sticking out of the water, some with cattails on them. I can hear the frogs croaking and splashing as they jump into the water. I watch the water striders run across the surface of the pond, the fishes under them are staring curiously at my feet, a couple of squirrels are chasing each other on the other side of the pond, a deer is silently drinking out of the pond just 10 yards away, the dragonflies are gliding lazily, the birds are still singing their beautiful music, and the sky is so blue and clear it is unbelievable. As I see this pure nature around me; untainted by human hands. I can’t help but feel jealous. As this jealousy is creeping upon me the questions, worries, and sins in my mind show up. I feel like I am about to make the land around me impure. For some reason I asked this question out loud, ” What is my purpose? Why do I even exist?” I know no one was around to answer, but I wished some how someone would hear me. In a way my wish was granted. Frustrated with myself I stare out across the pond. Then a voice said “You were created to love. My Father made you so you can love him and everything around you.” I turned to see who spoke, but I already knew who it was. He was sitting on the bench behind me. He look at me and smiled, he then stood up and sat down next to me. I was in shock, I didn’t know what to say. Jesus was sitting next to me and I was dumbfounded. Jesus looked at me, straight in the eyes, and said “Ask me the questions you have been wanting to ask”. I blurted “How can I worship you and be so impure? How can your church worship you and be so divided? Where is the body of Christ I have been hearing about? Why am I so unsatisfied with how I worship and how the church acts?” I didn’t mean for all of the questions to come out at the same time. Jesus just sat there smiling. He said, while staring out over the pond, “I will answer each question you have put before me. The answer to your first question is; you are human, you are cursed to make mistakes but I don’t care about those mistakes. Whatever attempt you make to worship my Father and I is worthy enough for us, as long as you truly mean it.” “As for your second question, the church is the people, and as I said earlier humans are bound to make mistakes. The people of the church have divided because of worldly things. Those who truly worship, worship by their actions. They see a need and strive to fill it. That is the real church. I really do love hearing the praises sung on Sunday mornings, but they are hollow if they are not backed with works.” Jesus shifted and stuck his feet in the water. He let out a small gasp and smiled ” The waters a bit cold” he said. I smiled and said “Yes, but it sure does feel good on your feet after a long walk” “That is very true!” Jesus chuckled, ” Now onto your third question. The body of Christ is one that does it’s work for good and gives all the glory to the Father, no matter what. It is not defined on how much money is given or raised by the church, though that is a good cause. I love seeing brothers and sisters helping one another and going out of their way to ensure that the other is comfortable and satisfied. I want to see the body not only speak the Good News, but to live and perform it.” “Your next question is a personal one. I have watched you throughout your life.” “Kind of creepy” I joked. Jesus let out a great laugh; and I don’t meant great as in a loud one, but one that made me want to hear it again, it was so tender and true. “You do have a way of making people laugh, Zach, and I want you to continue to keep it that way. Now back to the question. As you have heard being unsatisfied with your spiritual being, is true. For the sins in your life have made you unclean and you will continue to feel that way because you are human. You have not become holy, you are weak and broken. But if you continue to try and follow me, I will lead you to that goal. This is going to take every single day of your life; some maybe easy, others will be very difficult.” “As for your satisfaction of the church, you have to remember they are somewhat on the same journey as you. Some are focused on that goal more than others. What needs to be done is the church needs to challenge each other, to continue walking down the road and to follow me. I need you, Zach, to challenge those around you and in turn they will challenge you. I want you to motivate those around you, not only by words but by your actions. If this is done correctly then the church shall grow stronger in faith and it’s relationships with one another. ” I sat there in silence thinking, and Jesus just sat next to me keeping me company. “Everything here is so beautiful” I said, after several minutes. “This was all created for you” he replied. “Really?” “Yep, my Father and I realized that you need a place to stop and rest. Somewhere away from all of the noise and temptations” I said in awe “Thank you both!! I really do appreciate it!” After we sat there just enjoying each others presence. I felt a great blanket of security and happiness come over me, by just being in his presence. I lost track of the time, we could have been sitting there for days or just a couple of minutes. Jesus turned to me and said “Zach, I really enjoyed this talk and I hate to end this time here, but you still have an adventure to embark on. This isn’t the end of the road, this is more like a rest stop.” “I truly wish I could stay here” I said, “Everything is so peaceful and pure. I really don’t want to go.”
“Well, sadly, you can’t stay. But the goal you are striving for is so much better than this. I will always be by your side, you just have to remember that. I look forward to having another chat like this soon, but now we must start walking” I stood up, put my shoes back on, and made my way back to the path. The things around me started to wither. A smell of smoke and fumes reach my nose and I notice the animals were now cautious of me. I felt a little disheartened, but then I heard his voice say “I am here”. I looked up with my courage and strength renewed. I walk further and further away from the dock and its beauty, and closer to the new struggles and chaos that lay before me.

I have been increasingly frustrates with the way I have seen worship carried out. I feel that while I am in church services, I get lost in the word being spoken; this isn’t the good kind of lost, this is when my mind wonders anywhere but God. I can’t seem to be able to take a sermon seriously. I think it is that I don’t see anyone in the church doing anything radical for Christ, so I feel awkward doing things by myself; I am a person who loves being with groups and doing group activities. Now I know that is a weakness that I need to overcome, sometimes you have to be the first to begin something big. Now I have been unsatisfied with the way I worship. I just don’t feel anything special or I don’t get excited watching a preacher quote the bible behind a pulpit; this may excite some other people but it just does not work for me. I have even thought about leaving the church I have been going to for so long to find a fix for the hollowness of my faith, but I realized that anywhere I go it will be the same. I have to overcome this personally. As I have been going through my first year of college; attending chapel is mandatory and many people hate it. I specifically like Wednesday and Friday chapel. It is during those day, as thousands of college student sing praise and glorifying God, I feel like I am actually worshiping. As I read inspirational books, trying to find a meaning of worship, more and more questions arise and I feel more and more unsatisfied with my relationship with God. I want to strengthen it. But then my college minister quoted someone ,and the quote goes something like this, ” A tree never stops growing, if it does it has died” he then said “I hope your growth in your relationship with God never stops growing and you never become satisfied with your relationship”. I have been pondering these words because part of me wants to be finish with that challenge, but I know there is no way to be completely satisfied in this world. I feel like I have just entered a never ending race and have ran into a wall within the first 5 miles. To continue I have to be uncomfortable but happy, and this is very contradicting. I have entered the repeating circle of chasing after the meaning of worship, I am running in circles and only getting a taste of the true worship, and this taste doesn’t last long at all but it is very addicting. But after I get these tastes of worship questions pop into my mind: Is this “the” way to worship? How do we know which way is right? How can the Church be so torn apart and ignorant as still worship? I just can’t understand how the way I worship can be pleasing to a God that breathes stars. This God created me; a selfish, constantly questioning, and sinful person and he sent his son who was willing to die for my sins. How are words or anything I do worthy enough in his eyes? I want to live my life for Him but I am constantly stumbling and failing, I don’t see any way of becoming anything as near Christ-like. I am going to take the first steps of embarking on journey to finding out how to truly worship, this is going to be a life-long journey and I will probably never finish, but I want to get as close as I can. My question to you is: Will you walk with me on this adventure?

There are many conflicts in the church today; a popular conflict is how we dress in church. There are many judgmental comments on clothing that is worn in church during worship, which is not right. Many people dress to impress others but they are oblivious to the meaning of worship. The real meaning of worship seems to be lost in this world of materialistic things.  How can a church with a God who is very merciful and accepting be so judgmental on worldly things? Why are such small things, like clothing, so important? It seems we think the person dressed well is the one who is worshiping more. We tend to pick and choose who can be saved or not, based on material wealth. In many places, wearing a t-shirt and shorts is an unacceptable way to dress for worship. Sometimes people can not afford a fancy suit or clothing, are they not considered Christians?

In an experiment, a preacher dressed up as a homeless person and went to his church on Sunday. When he sat in a pew next to some people, they got up and moved to a different pew. There was a huge circle around this homeless man; no one wanted to be near him and every one ignored him. When it came time for the preacher to preach his sermon, this homeless person went up to the podium, pulled off his wig, and removed the fake facial hair. There before the congregation stood their very own preacher, a person they had known for years, yet they had rejected him because of the way he looked and dressed. Imagine how the congregation felt when they found out they had rejected one of their brothers in Christ.

If God can accept someone in rags, then we should be able to accept them too. It seems we are consumed by the way we look.

Fashion is a huge part of our culture; anyone who looks different is rejected. But when fashion collides with the church, it causes a huge confliction on what we wear when we gather to worship. Whenever we think of what to wear to church, we immediately think of a suit and tie or a very nice dress. When someone comes in wearing a t-shirt and shorts, they are usually thought poorly of. There is something wrong with that picture because in the Bible Jesus usually hung out with the sick, poor, and sinners. Rarely was he ever with the rich and powerful.

Is how we dress going to have that much affect on how we are reaching out to those in need? Clothing is something we use to show how wealthy we are; we buy brand name clothing for hundreds of dollars when we can get the same thing with a different name brand at Wal-Mart for maybe $20. Are we really doing God’s will or ours? We become so consumed in our clothing that we can forget what actually needs to be done in the world. We also look down on the less fortunate people. Are we not supposed to be helping them? The money we spend on those designer brand clothing could actually be used for a better cause. We can also become more acceptable of others. We can find out what it means to truly worship.

We do not understand what the true meaning of worship until we give up all our worries; for in Matthew 6:25-34 tells us not to worry and have faith that God will provide. That even means the worry of what to wear to church. But then we think: “Why do we even bother taking care of ourselves, if we are not suppose to worry about it?” But it says in 1 Corinthians 6:19- 20 that our bodies are a temple in which the Holy Spirit dwells. So we need to care for ourselves, but set a barrier on how far to dwell in the world of fashion.

If we reject people because of what they wear, we are telling God to step down and we will control who is allowed into his kingdom. We are turning His church into a fashion runway, on which we flaunt our wealth and worldly things. That is not what God had in mind when he established the first church. He wanted a place where Christians can come together and praise his name. A place where bonds that can not be severed are created, where we accept each other for who we are, not how we dress. Can a dress coat show you more love than a fellow Christian?  Can a shirt give you comfort when you need it?

People can wear suits and tie if they want, but they go and belittle another person for wearing something that is not fancy is when it becomes wrong. It should not be the clothing that defines why a man is going to church. It should be what his heart and soul is doing to give praise and worship to God. Nowhere in the Bible does it say what is expected to be worn to worship, so why is there so many people saying that it is required that we where our best clothing on Sundays.

Some may say that we dress up to honor God and have a sense of cleanliness, but why only on Sunday? We are called to honor God in everything we do, not only on Sunday. We are making it look like we wear a mask on Sunday and take it off after we are through with worship. We should act like Christian every day, not only on Sundays, by being the same person every day, will wear the same sort of clothing we wear every day and it won’t make a difference when we go to church to worship.

Even in the church there are conflicts, and how we dress is one of the biggest ones. We tend to flaunt our wealth with fancy suits and dresses and we criticize those who can not afford name brand clothing. We waste hundreds of dollars on designer clothing when we could be using that money for a better cause. God is in control of who is worthy of worshiping him, not us. Rejecting people from the church because of the way they dress is not what a Christian is suppose to do. Letting go of the worldly things can create closer bonds with God and other people. Clothing does not matter; when it comes to worship it is the heart and soul that are most important. If God can accept a person who wears rags, then we should be able to accept them also. Any person can make as much of a difference as a person in a suit.