I tell you what we had eleven, count ‘em! eleven people there for the Raven Project. We were rocking! Okay—so there were eleven counting the guy who did the lighting---and his wife.
Man people in this area don’t appreciate good culture! Our reading was good but I could tell the lack of audience hurt everyone’s performance. While Matt was reading, some rude people left; rudely. And I felt as if I was stumbling through my reading like an untutored child. I feel as if I somehow let everyone down. But the music was good and Blair’s poster was rockin’. I wish more people could have come just to see that.
Sigh. I think we might go back to regular meetings now.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Adventures in Modesty
Last night we had a special women’s’ meeting at church. The theme was modesty, not just in attitude but in dress and action. It was great. I should say right now that while I may poke fun at a few of the things that came out, unintentionally funny, I agree in the majority with what was said. That having been stated let me talk about some of the funnier things we discussed.
Stockings: We would more often refer to them as pantyhose, but for some reason we call them stockings at church; maybe they think this sounds more Christian and less like pantyhose? I mean, with the name pantyhose, you admittedly use the word …I’m almost embarrassed to type it…panty.
Anyway, some of the issues discussed about pan—I mean, stockings, were whether or not they were too sexy in black. I kid you not! We sat and talked about whether or not black pantyhose were too sexy to wear. I felt this was silly, but didn’t say so in the meeting. However, I have a few points about this I must make.
1.) We wear such long dresses in our church and fellowship that no one ever sees our legs but us and our family. In fact, we are so modest about it we hardily even remember that our legs are what carry us from point A to point B. Goodness forbid we should ever expose more than the ankle and even then!
2.) What is more seductive---a bare ankle or flesh colored stocking or an opaque black stocking? Maybe I’m all wet behind the ears and there is some huge attraction about black stockings, I could be wrong, but I think they’re pretty innocent.
3.) Black is one of the only colors that looks good with—well, black clothing; most of the time when we wear dark clothing we wear dark, navy blue or black socks or hose. It would be more attention attracting if we wore oddly white hose with dark clothing. If we’re in dark colors from head to toe and suddenly there is flash of white! Where do you think that poor young man’s eyes will go? To the distracting white encircling the female’s Ankle OF Temptation!
Seriously though, I understand the concern but I fear that we are backing ourselves into a corner if we question and re-question ourselves into a box. Christian modesty is a liberty and not a restriction. I love all the good women of our church but I couldn’t help have a little fun with it; especially when the talk turned to whether or not we should shave our legs. This idea was posed by “Oh that sister,” the one who always comes out with the extra dose of holy just for you.
Anyway, this was shot down pretty fast. The idea that it was more holy for us to go around with hairy legs was not one that was supported. Our pastor’s wife, God bless her, was trying to be even and said, “Well, if you don’t feel a peace about it than you may find that you don’t shave your legs. After all, our husbands are the only one’s who see them anyway.”
At this point, I lost it in the back pew. I was crying with laughter at the thought of a wife going to her husband, legs all hairy, saying, “I saved my hairy legs just for you!”
Stockings: We would more often refer to them as pantyhose, but for some reason we call them stockings at church; maybe they think this sounds more Christian and less like pantyhose? I mean, with the name pantyhose, you admittedly use the word …I’m almost embarrassed to type it…panty.
Anyway, some of the issues discussed about pan—I mean, stockings, were whether or not they were too sexy in black. I kid you not! We sat and talked about whether or not black pantyhose were too sexy to wear. I felt this was silly, but didn’t say so in the meeting. However, I have a few points about this I must make.
1.) We wear such long dresses in our church and fellowship that no one ever sees our legs but us and our family. In fact, we are so modest about it we hardily even remember that our legs are what carry us from point A to point B. Goodness forbid we should ever expose more than the ankle and even then!
2.) What is more seductive---a bare ankle or flesh colored stocking or an opaque black stocking? Maybe I’m all wet behind the ears and there is some huge attraction about black stockings, I could be wrong, but I think they’re pretty innocent.
3.) Black is one of the only colors that looks good with—well, black clothing; most of the time when we wear dark clothing we wear dark, navy blue or black socks or hose. It would be more attention attracting if we wore oddly white hose with dark clothing. If we’re in dark colors from head to toe and suddenly there is flash of white! Where do you think that poor young man’s eyes will go? To the distracting white encircling the female’s Ankle OF Temptation!
Seriously though, I understand the concern but I fear that we are backing ourselves into a corner if we question and re-question ourselves into a box. Christian modesty is a liberty and not a restriction. I love all the good women of our church but I couldn’t help have a little fun with it; especially when the talk turned to whether or not we should shave our legs. This idea was posed by “Oh that sister,” the one who always comes out with the extra dose of holy just for you.
Anyway, this was shot down pretty fast. The idea that it was more holy for us to go around with hairy legs was not one that was supported. Our pastor’s wife, God bless her, was trying to be even and said, “Well, if you don’t feel a peace about it than you may find that you don’t shave your legs. After all, our husbands are the only one’s who see them anyway.”
At this point, I lost it in the back pew. I was crying with laughter at the thought of a wife going to her husband, legs all hairy, saying, “I saved my hairy legs just for you!”
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