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Thursday, July 20, 2017

Women's Attire - Again!

A Facebook Friend recently posted a couple links to articles about Christian women’s responsibility to dress modestly. I dealt with the topic previously in a post titled “Debating ‘Christian Cleavage.’” However, the second blog my Friend shared raised my ire to the point where I feel compelled to write again. I think the modesty issue is symptomatic of a larger problem which is evident in Christian circles today.

The root of all misbehavior can be found in the original sin committed in Eden: Adam and Eve wanted to be independent. They did not want to depend on God to order their lives; they wanted to make their own rules. A close cousin of the spirit of independence is found in the cult of individuality that pervades our culture, and the church has not escaped it. While it is true that Christ’s blood saves us individually, we are baptized into a body. It is the corporate inter-dependence that gets lost when individuality reigns.

It is this attitude that allows a woman to write that she no longer feels accountable for the lustful thoughts of men who look at her (Read her entire blog). The discussion of Christian modesty often devolves into the placement of blame on men for lusting. This is not the real issue; men are solely responsible for their thought lives. However, women also have a responsibility to their brothers to avoid things that would lead them into temptation. It is this corporate aspect of an individual’s responsibility that many modern Christian women reject. Their attitude is the opposite of what Paul counseled that we should, “Never act from motives of rivalry or personal vanity, but in humility think more of each other than you do of yourselves.” (Philippians 2:3, Phillips New Testament)

This same “not my fault” argument appeared in the second blog my Friend shared, but it was made worse by the clumsy misinterpretation of Scripture to support the point. Joel Michael Herbert makes several faulty arguments against women dressing modestly before stating that, “The Bible does not breathe a word of such nonsense.” Herbert then picks out one word from 1 Timothy 2:9 that is often cited in this argument. He claims that the word sometimes translated “modesty” has little or no reference to alluring dress but only to expensive attire.

It is true that the context would allow the economic issue to be considered, but it is not explicitly mentioned, and the connotation of all three words Paul chose as qualifiers clearly applies to the sensual nature of a woman’s appearance. The first word (κοσμιω) means “orderly.” To clarify what type of “order” is in view, Paul follows with a word that means “having a sense of shame,” (αιδους) according to Strong’s Greek Concordance. The word might be rendered “bashful,” especially in the presence of men. The final word (σωφροσυνης) means “sober or self-controlled.” One must ask how a sober, bashful woman would order her wardrobe. I think Herbert completely misses the point.

Furthermore, it is disingenuous for Herbert to assert that “modesty” appears only once in the Bible. It may be true that the word he chooses appears only once in the NIV, but a more honest approach to the subject will uncover many more passages that are relevant. Crosswalk, for example, finds seven passages that speak to the issue. (Seven Scripture Verses Your Daughter Needs to Hear About Modesty). Finally, Herbert’s shameful reinterpretation of Jesus’ words on lust in Matthew 5:27–32 borders on sacrilege. To imply that Jesus was being sarcastic or teasing His audience is outrageous. The Master’s use of hyperbole does not give license to assume He was kidding around.

More to the point is the fact that all the defenders of scantily clad Christian women ignore the larger principle of concern for others. It is also important to remember Paul’s comment that while all things might be lawful, not all things are edifying. In other words, it might be lawful to strut your stuff half-naked on the beach, but it is not going to be profitable for anyone else, especially the men who will see you.

It is selfish and immature for a woman to say that her right to dress as she pleases trumps her responsibility to care more for others than for herself and to avoid a behavior that may incite sin. For a man to say the same thing is simply bad advice, or in Herbert’s case, bad theology. This issue is uncannily parallel to the Original Sin. After the First Couple decided to make their own rules, God’s first reaction was to clothe them. It seems that a woman’s desire to be unclothed goes all the way back to a tree in The Garden, a Serpent, and some forbidden fruit. God save us from our non-dependence.

Friday, January 3, 2014

New Year's Revolution

The title is not a typo; I am no good at resolutions, so I am making a New Year's revolution this year. (I must admit the idea is not original; it came from a TV commercial.) The Free Dictionary defines revolution as "a turning about on an axis." So I am going to keep my center (God) and spin about it looking left, right, forward and back.  In the end, I suppose I am resolving to be revolutionary (per my definition).

The first thing I see when I look around is beauty. As I type this, a blizzard rages outside my window reducing visibility to just a couple hundred feet. I know it may seem strange, but I see raw beauty in this: the swirling flakes, the fresh white cover, the crispness of the chill. Driving is horrible; flying is impossible, but I love it just the same. (Confession: I love driving in it: the thrill -- the challenge.) Last month it was an ice storm that coated everything with diamonds, or so it seemed. Tens of thousands lost power due to downed branches, so I know it was not beautiful to them, but face it: the world just sparkles after a dose of freezing rain.

If my daughter could read this in real time, she would not agree. She is sitting at the airport waiting for a delayed flight back home after a holiday visit. Given the magnitude of this storm, I fear she may not get out today. It is ironic that her inbound trip last week was similarly delayed when they closed the airport she was to depart from. She admitted after the fact that the delay was a true Godsend because her little one came down with a serious infection which could be treated by the family physician and handled at home instead of while travelling. That was God's beautiful, perfect timing. 

Sylvia Verway at 19
A few weeks ago I stumbled across a photo of my mother as a young woman. I was stunned again by her physical beauty. It made me recall what a truly beautiful woman she was, inside and out. Before I started this post, I was reading a poem by Beth English called "When I was Beautiful." If you take the time to follow that link, you will be rewarded with another view of what true beauty is. The poem made me think of a song Nicole Nordeman had out a few years ago called "River God." Nordeman beautifully expresses the truth that the "River God" often uses apparently unlovely things to create beauty in our lives.

So I have caught myself in a lie. I am making a resolution after all. I resolve to revolve around a God centered point of view to see beauty in everything around me, no matter how ugly it seems. I will not let the distraction of world events or the disappointment by friends or the heart-weight of family situations blind me to the beauty that God constantly displays around me. If you catch me whining this year, reach out and slap me, please. If you do that for me, that will be beautiful too.

Thursday, December 24, 2009

Silent, Holy Night


One silent night in Bethlehem
some twenty centuries distant
the intersection of earth and heaven
was visible for an instant.

For on that silent, holy night,
while men did shepherd duty,
a sudden flood of celestial light
brought both fear and beauty.

It truly awed those humble Jews
that God had chosen them
to be the first to hear the news
of God’s great gift to men.

The music played on heavenly horn
made simple men applaud,
for unto them a child was born,
a Savior come from God.

Far above the pasture glen
outside of space and time,
the Father paced the halls of heaven
awaiting birth divine.

Since Adam, tricked by serpent’s ruse
had led his race astray,
The Holy Father planned to use
this Child to show the way

For sinful man to chart a course
back to the arms of grace.
Thus did the Son, without remorse
forsake His royal place

To pay the debt of sinful man
impaled on cruel tree;
then on the third day, by God’s hand,
He’d rise for all to see.

So on that silent, holy night
redemption came to earth,
and death was robbed of all its might,
by one miraculous birth.

If as a child we trust the One
who came to Bethlehem’s stall,
the long, dark night of sin is done,
and grace extends to all.

By Clair Verway