By Their Pants Ye Shall Know Them

Sunday, December 16, 2012

By now you've probably already heard about "Wear Pants to Church Day." If you follow this blog you, like me, read half a dozen articles this week about how the movement started, ensuing responses (both positive and downright hateful), and tips on how to effectively wear pants (or purple) to church on Sunday. Even NPR got in on the publicity, making Sunday best national news.

Yesterday, as GH and I were driving to meet a new group of friends for lunch, we started a discussion about the topic. Would I or wouldn't I be wearing pants to church? I wondered if I should broach the topic at lunch (a risky proposition among a new group of friends to be certain). However, another woman beat me to the punch and expressed her opinion that staging a "protest" at church was inappropriate. But that's just it, it wasn't a protest. I liked how C. Jane Kendrick put it It's not a protest, it's an outreach. 

While I don't want to go into a lot of detail about my faith or cultural experiences in the Mormon church on this blog, I do want to say I wore pants to church. Black dress slacks to be precise. And the world didn't end. It wasn't the first time and likely not the last time. One other woman, the Sunday School teacher, also wore pants. There were a few purple ties spotted, but overall the event went off without much of a ripple in my congregation. Will everything be magical and happy and perfect now? Unlikely. Did I make a difference? Maybe. Will my potential friendships change because of this act? Perhaps. But in the end, it doesn't matter. I went to church and I was happy to be there.     

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