That is actually me, second from the right, all dressed up for church in my Sunday best. My cousins sport the hats while my brothers wear the goofy smiles. We were dressed up like little men ready to make our parents proud. I didn’t mind looking good for my Mom but I hated when she would try to wet down my cowlick with her spit in the middle of the service.
The next picture on the right is of my parents with my aunt, my uncle and my grandparents. We were all getting ready to go worship the Lord!
Well that was the 1960s. But fifty years later, 2013, on a hot August Sunday morning, my daughter and I (not being the church goin’ types) did a fun bike trip through our quaint riverside town. During our trip we passed a church that had just let out from service and the congregation was out on the lawn in their Sunday best — suits, elaborate dresses, jewelry, big hats and fancy shoes. Sure, the styles have changed, but the intent is the same.
My nine-year-old daughter asked me, “Dad, why are they all dressed up like that?” and I replied, “Well, they probably tell their kids that it is to show respect to God because their god likes to see them dressed up. But really, sweetheart, they just dress up for each other.”
She understood and gave me a big smile as we rode on by.
Request from readers: Send me a picture of yourself in your Sunday best (a serious picture) and I will add it to the post .