So, today I am thinking about pantyhose. I am not talking tights, but those pesky pantyhose we all use to wear so that our legs would be 5 shades darker than our face. I have never understood those things or the exact purpose of them. I mean, everyone knew my legs were not that dark and shiny.
My husband and I had not been pastoring very long, I was a pretty new pastor’s wife when a pantyhose issue arose. There was this gentleman (well.. maybe not gentleman because if he were he probably would not of asked such an inappropriate question) that asked my why I wasn’t wearing pantyhose, all pastor’s wives should wear pantyhose he continued. I probably should of have said “Why in the world would a saintly man like yourself be staring at my legs long enough to realize I wasn’t wearing pantyhose??” But, I didn’t. I kind of freaked out. Why wasn’t I wearing pantyhose? All good little church girls wear pantyhose and usually with cute little buckle shoes. Oh wait, it is because wearing pantyhose to church doesn’t make me a good girl anymore than putting lip stick on a pig makes it a supermodel. And I am not 4!
Sometimes though, if I am not careful, I revert back to the pantyhose days. To the days that following the rules made me better than people that struggled with the rules. The days where I exhausted myself trying to be in control. Using all of my energy focusing on trying to do things right. In doing that, we sometimes forget our desperate need for God. We forget that in our own strength we are not good little church boys and girls. The world will not be changed because we are doing everything right. It will be changed by the love and grace of Jesus!!
“My victory and honor come from God alone.
He is my refuge, a rock where no enemy can reach me.” (Psalm 62:7 NLT)
Instead of following the rules of conservatism, I should be living my life in response to God’s amazing grace! Grace that is available to all, not just pantyhose wearing Christians. If you love pantyhose, keep on wearing them. I am just saying that pantyhose do not equal holiness. Trusting in God alone is what faith is all about, not in what we wear. We are a big ole mess and being honest about that is the first step to breaking the rules of pretending we have it all together. I don’t know about you I am so glad who the Son sets free is free indeed! —– Free from pantyhose and the opinions of nosy church men.