“Sure, I am going to dress like usual,” I said flippantly. My husband had just checked our church’s website and confirmed that all services would be live streamed on-line Sunday. But when Sunday morning rolled around, it seemed so easy to throw on shorts and a T-shirt and rather silly to put on a dress and fix my hair. I contemplated as I showered. We had just finished watching Fiddler on the Roof – one of those three hour movies we would not normally consider watching. Bu
I examined my heart. Who do I dress for? Do I dress to please me? My spouse? Other people? God?