Monday, April 09, 2007

Easter Confessional

You know I have holiday issues. If you have your doubts, you can check out my attitude as reflected here and here.

Most of my holiday ills stem from a resentment of the pressure to conform to the commercialism of the season. Easter, however, is a little different. Instead of resisting conformity, I find a part of me actually wanting to yield. Not about the Easter bunny and eggs, give me a break. No, I struggle more with the new dress-new shoes-new purse angle. I admit it, Easter, in addition to the obvious, often connotes clothes, specifically dresses, in bright, Easter-y colors like pink and green and yellow.

This year I purchased no new dress. In fact, yesterday, Easter Sunday mind you, I committed one of the greatest sacrileges a girl like me, Southern born and Southern bred, could make:
I wore pants.
To church.
On Easter Sunday.
With a sweater.
A turtleneck.
I want to say I have no problem wearing pants to church. In fact, I probably wear pants more often than a skirt (though it took me a long time to get to that point) and I never wear a dress. But on Easter? I feel quite sure my grandmother, she of the elegance of the hat-and-glove-and-by-all-means-matching-pumps-and-pocketbook generation, turned over in her grave.

(Okay, not really, as she is not in her grave; her body is, but she is in Paradise, the Presence of God, and I feel quite sure that should she have taken note of my apparel choice yesterday, she would not have minded one bit.)

In Sunday school we watched portions of The Passion of the Christ. Actually, I only watched portions of the portions. I am a wimp. I can't take it.

As with the first time I saw the film, and upon reflection of the gospel accounts of Jesus' death and resurrection, I am struck by the determination of Mary and the other women to stay, to watch, and to remain. I cannot stomach a Technicolor depiction; yet they stood near to Him through the very worst. I think of Mary's mother heart: how she must have wanted to die, if not in His place, at least by His side! What strength. What faith. What love.

And certainly they were not concerned with what they were wearing.

Man looks on the outward appearance, but God looks at the heart. Outwardly, I may have been pants and black turtleneck clad, but inwardly my heart nearly broke with gratitude and love as I humbly bowed before the cross of my Jesus...

Far be it from me to boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, by which the world has been crucified to me and I to the world.
Gal. 6:14


  1. I wore pants, But my blouse was pastel was very cold here and we were staying at friend's house all day enjoying lunch, fellowship, and our children while waiting for the evening service. I usually wear skirts to church...but this time I thought the pants were appropriate and warm.


  2. I wore a mint green turtleneck sweater too, with hose, and boots, and a leather jacket! I was freezing!

    The sermon topic was "Overwhelming Gratitude for an Overwhelming God". You're right, He didn't care what I was wearing, but He certainly knows whether my heart is grateful for the cost He paid.

  3. I wore pants as well (black) with a light blue top and black sweater. It was too cold for anything springy-although my daughter still wore her outfit proudly.

    God was not concerned with whether I had on a new springy dress yesterday. He was just pleased with my praise to Him, thankfulness to Him, and my heart that cried out to Him. That is what is most important.

    My grandma would not have approved with my clothing choice, however. She would have even offered to buy me a dress!LOL

    Blessings to you!

  4. I wore pants too! Black capris with sandals. I hardly ever wear a dress or skirt. It is a running joke with my friends at church. Yesterday one of them said 'not even on Easter?' The black capris are one of the nicest things I have and I save them mostly for Sunday. I too don't think God really cares as long as we are giving our best and not leftovers.

  5. This post was awesome, Lisa! I was especially struck how you pointed out how the women and the love, faith and strength to stick with Jesus through the whole thing. Never left His side. I never really thought of that! I pray I have that same faith and strength and love of Jesus to stick right by His side when hard, horrible things happen.

    I too wore pants and blouse that had been worn before. So you are not by any means alone.

  6. I wore black pants with a pink sweater. Your post made me laugh because I really spent a lot of time second-guessing the black pant choice. It was so cold here almost everyone had on pants!