Even Better Than Eden: Ch. 4, Clothing, Personal Journal
Though it has been almost seven years, I am still wrestling with my adopted daughter. You would think that I would have adjusted by now, but truthfully, I don’t know if I will ever feel comfortable with her.
There are times when I wonder if this is what amputees who lose their limbs suddenly and unexpectedly feel like. The shock and the reality force you to wade through some deep waters to get back on track.
You just don’t adjust to that easily.
So forgive me if I yet once again ponder this book in light of my adoption.
As I was discussing this chapter, one of the ladies in my group shared that while she may not be fashion-conscious, she did aim to dress appropriately—meaning we don’t show up at the high school to pick up your kids with revealing clothing nor will we appear at a wedding in jeans and a t-shirt.
This got me to thinking: Is my spiritual clothing fitting to one who professes to love Christ? In other words—is it appropriate for a royal representative?
At home, behind closed doors, no one would know—and Anah wouldn’t tell—that my personal interactions with her are not reflective of Christ. At all.
But God sees. He knows. Even what I do in private matters. This Story works its way into every nook and cranny of my life.
If I am truly destined to be conformed to the image of Christ, I should be dressing the part because my Father watches. He cares.
So I need to put on the attitude, the speech, the behavior that befits a daughter of royalty.
Conversely, I should not tolerate anything less—not because it’s “bad,” but because it is inappropriate. It is not fitting.
As Nancy pointed out, God visually represented this clothing through the high priest’s garments. They were meant to be holy, beautiful and glorious.
The high priests were expected to live up to their clothing. But alas, beautiful clothing does not a righteous person make.
Only Jesus can do that.
Which is why I was particularly impressed this week by His act of humble service. He covered up His glorious robes with the humble clothing of humanity. Thank You, Jesus.
If my identity and destiny is bound up in the image of Christ, how can I do any less?
What if the way to life, for me, means doing the same—for Anah?
It seems like doing the unseen, unappreciated, ordinary and tedious may be how I put on the garments of high priest.
That’s my choice. What about you?
What choice will you need to make this week to put on the garments of Christ?