Short Skirt Sunday
It was actually a month ago. October 29th. I didn't go to church that day. Actually I haven't been going to much lately. But the original Short Skirt Sunday was many years ago. Every year I remember it. And every year, the disparity that it represents shows me that I'm either one step closer, or one step more distant from God than I was.
I was watching Joyce Meyer on TV this morning while getting ready for work, and she was talking about how she wasn't interested in people's behavior in church. It's what they do at home, behind closed doors, that really matters. Church=Best Behavior. Home=The Real You. I thought she was right dead-on with that. That's what got me thinking about Short Skirt Sunday.
I realized that in the 10+ or so years that I've been going to church I've been struggling. Which is, of course, as it should be. The whole point is to identify the good parts and the bad parts of one's self, to sort them out, and then elevate one side over the other.
I realized that Church vs. Home was really an just extension of outward appearances vs. inner thoughts. "Home" is how we behave when no one's looking. "Home" is what we're thinking while we're sitting in the pew looking all spiritual and Godly.
Short Skirt Sunday.
As I started getting more deeply involved in my Church, I started serving in youth activities--teaching sunday school, leading confirmation groups, chaperoning youth events. I said that the youth are the future leaders of our church. I said that they need a spiritual education and guidance. I said they need to know God. I said I wanted to be part of that. But while I was saying all of this I was thinking something else entirely.
Sitting in the pew one Reformation Sunday I noticed one particular red haired girl who came in wearing a short black skirt. I had noticed her many times before. One of the youth I 'served.' She always stood out. As the service went on I noticed a number of other girls in short skirts. By the time the service was over I had counted nine. All middle and high school. All short skirts, most of them black.
So while I was listening quietly, reverently, singing, praying, sharing the peace and taking communion... While I was on my best Church behavior, I was thinking...
Damn, these girls are fucking hot.
And every year I remember. And every year I wonder what that says about who I really am.
posted by ArkayToday @ 10:28 AM
3 Comments:
How about the simple answer: you are male, they are female. That's what it sounds like to me. But then again I'm both male and a non-believer. Have a good one!
The point is that the mind goes where it will, and thinks what it wants. It doesn't really care what "standards of behavior" a situation calls for.
Yes. And you are male, and somewhere in our animal background you (& I) are programmed to make babies and these young women are the ones who make that possible. If I were religious I'd say it is all part of God's grand plan. I'm not so I'll just say that procreation of the species is natural. Either way, it's a good thing to want those sweet young things; it's also a good thing to avoid doing them in our 'advanced' world! LOL Or you'll end up doing time!
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