Dressed for Success–Galatians 3:27

 For all of you who were baptized into Christ have clothed yourselves with Christ. –Galatians 3:27

When I was younger, I liked to root through the mud, play in the creek, slide on the grass, and do all those other fool things that little kids are wont to do. Why not? I was young and the world was a giant adventure, a playground for my friends and me.

Muddy kidInvariably, though, my mother would flip out when I ripped the knees out of my best pants, smeared grass stain on my new jeans, or otherwise befouled and besmirched my clothing. “Why don’t you wait until you have on rough clothes for that?” she would ask. I never thought to point out that she never let me out of the house in “rough clothes.”

Today, I manage my own clothes. I try to take care of my better things, and I most always dress appropriately to the situation. But reading this verse from Galatians recently, I was struck by the fact that, as a believer in Jesus, I am constantly clothed with him. These are spiritual clothes that will serve just as readily when cutting a widow’s grass or preaching the gospel. I might look ridiculous wearing my best suit to change the oil in a friend’s car, but the apparel of Christ is not out of place.

My concern, however, is how I look when doing things that I shouldn’t do. Would I get snippy to a store employee while wearing a Christian T-shirt or the logo of my employer?  Probably not, but I am wearing Christ every single day. Every action that I take reflects on Him.

Where I go, what I say, what I do, how I react, what I eat, what I drink, how I treat others–these are all things that reflect on my clothing. May I never bring dishonor on the great designer of my most durable outfit.

A Distant Crown (Hebrews 2:7-8)

You made them a little lower than the angels;
you crowned them with glory and honor
and put everything under their feet.” (Hebrews 2:7-8)

Today cannot go down as one of the most efficient uses of time in my life. Penny, Olivia, and I rose at 5:30 and headed south as quickly we could. After passing cross country to Harrisonville, we started down U.S. 71, bound for beautiful Anderson, Missouri, home of… well, pretty much nothing. However, Olivia’s friend/boyfriend/suitor/whatever lives a few miles outside of Anderson.

The Teglands occupy a house that, to the best of their discernment, used to be a two-story affair. Apparently, after a fire on the second floor, the previous owners determined not to rebuild but to chop off the charred remnants and put a new roof on their newly one-story house. There’s nothing fancy about this house. It’s clean and relatively close for four people, but it’s certainly not the sort of thing you could build in one of the swankier subdivisions around Kansas City.

Mr. Tegland is a truck driver, carrying snack cakes around the nation, while his wife homeschools their two children. Like many rural folk, their home is a work in progress with evidence of projects yet to be scattered around the house.

It is these people who have been crowned with glory and honor. It is me who has been crowned with glory and honor. Forget Donald Trump or Warren Buffet or Jimmy Buffet. They’ve grabbed for crowns themselves. They have their reward. But those of us, imperfect and awkward, who make an effort to follow the Lord have been crowned.

You can’t see my crown or those of my family. You can’t see the ones on the Teglands either. You can’t see them today, but they’re present nonetheless. My guess is that you have such a crown as well. At times you, like me, allow it to be battered and stained, but it’ll shine up nicely. There’s royalty just outside Anderson, Missouri. That’s worth the drive.