A woman came to my church today asking for help to get to a neighboring town to visit a loved one who had just been in a car accident. It was one of those who-knows-if-this-is-the-truth-but-as-the-church-we-are-supposed-to-help moments. One of my active members brought her to the door as I was preparing for VBS tonight and introduced us. Her first comment?
“You don’t look like a preacher.”
My reply? “Thank you.”
What does a preacher look like? Is there a standard garb I’m unaware of? Were my jeans and t-shirt (yes, a little more dressed down than normal for me while at the office, but this was right before VBS was about to start) a giveaway?
Was it an age thing?
Maybe the Episcopalians have been right all along, and we should all wear crisp, white collars to aid identification! (If you are in a more contemporary – or even contemporvant! – setting, the uniform of choice would be a soul patch, leather wristband, graphic t and tattered jeans.)
Uniting Grace 