
In America we either dress up or dress down for church. By dress up I mean the men wear suits and the women wear dresses. By dress down I mean anything from what we’d wear hanging out with friends to what we’d wear at the gym. I’ve personally never seen the latter, but I’m sure it’s normative somewhere. Congregations are typically mixed where the older members dress up while the younger dress down. In any other case the majority either dress up or down.
I’m a member of a largely conservative Presbyterian (PCA) church. We meet in a white sanctuary modeled after a Puritan meeting house – two levels of seating are gathered around a grand pulpit, giant chandeliers hang from a fifty-foot ceiling and the music of some eighteenth century composer pours from the balcony as you take your seat on Sunday. I’m a rough-around-the-edges layman who dropped out of both high school and college to tour in a metal band – I’m not exactly blending in there (sort of, I dress a little different nowadays, but no suit). That said, I know first-hand that when a visitor doesn’t typically wear or even own the clothes the majority does it can make them feel a little uncomfortable; it makes them feel less like they’re going to church and more like they’re crashing a wedding.
I love my church and have no plans of leaving for another. I sincerely believe it’s the best place for my wife and I now and in the future. But it’s not the aesthetic that I love, it’s their dedication to faithfully preaching and teaching the Word of God. My church champions reformed theology, honors reformed tradition, they adhere to the Westminster Confession of Faith, are active in missions, exercise church discipline, provide free counsel not only to its members but also the entire county and a whole bunch of other great things. I could go on forever, but suffice to say it’s those things that matter most in my church not how I feel (Jer. 17:9).
America has grown very independent in the last century. Our children are indoctrinated with a self-righteous attitude that they can and should get or be anything they want, they indulge in television shows like My Super Sweet Sixteen and our companies encourage that greed by marketing slogans such as “have it your way”. This has bred a culture of little gods, each running around with heads so inflated I’m surprised they don’t just lift off the ground and float away; sometimes I wish they would.
But I think what’s worse is that attitude has seeped up through our Church floors and left a few stains one of which is the idea of church-shopping; going from church to church in hopes of finding the best possible one. Potential congregates are on the hunt for style and that means attire, music and culture. I don’t want Christians to choose the first church they see, but I want the point of reference for the best church to be the one that most aligns itself with the Word of God. Church shopping becomes a selfish nightmare when the point of reference is our own satisfaction. The Sabbath isn’t about us. God doesn’t care that we’re comfortable, but instead commands to be worshiped. That’s far more important than ensuring the way people dress is much more like Bon Iver and a lot less like Beethoven.
