Showing Skin in Church

Evidently last night was Prom Night because this morning all the young girls wore their Prom Dresses to Church... And every girl I saw was baring more than I wanted to see... The low cut... The bare back... The bare shoulders.

Now I would have been shocked, but I have never been one to confuse The Church with organized religion.  But it's like this... If a worldly little girl from a worldly little home wants to go to a dance and draw lustful attention to her body by uncovering vast tracts of her skin... She has that right.  (Why should she have fewer rights than prostitutes and cheerleaders?)

But when it's time for Church she should cover up.  After all, scattered here-and-there among all those rich, lukewarm believers is the Bride of Christ... and dressing immodestly distresses them and distracts them from their worship. 

Don't get me wrong... I like rich, lukewarm believers... They have chosen a reasonably moral lifestyle and they make great neighbors.  And they need to have a place to go on Sunday morning where they can hear a sermon offered by a rich, lukewarm believer with a Bible College degree... and they can love God, before going back to loving the world after the benediction.

But deep in the bowels of organized religion there are a few odd souls who have come out from the world to be separate... Who tithe and give generously because they don't covet the things of the world... Who have stopped watching the world's televised trash... Who dress to cover, not to attract... Who struggle to lead Holy lives... And who seek to honor God by excising  piece-by-piece  this prurient, polluted world from their lives.

The world should hate us for our Holiness and be covetous of our love.  But I digress.

In short... I think, after the Prom, before Church, the little tramps should put their clothes back on.

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