From 92 Moose, Central Maine's #1 Hit Music Station Facebook page (an acknowledgement, not an endorsement)
This appeared in my Facebook feed this morning and it brings one of my pet issues to mind: modesty.
Correct me if I am wrong but the woman’s attire has little, if anything, to do with rape. Rape is about power and control. Rape is what sin-sick men do in an attempt to satisfy a perverted need which is not primarily related to testosterone.
Similarly, immodesty is an attempt to satisfy a valid need that has been perverted; the need to be appreciated and noticed; to be valued. When I see a woman dressed immodestly my first reaction is grief and sadness. Sad that whether she is conscious of it or not she is saying my body is all I have to offer you; it’s all I have to be proud of.
I shall now brave the flack: The showing of cleavage, thighs and more is common in this culture and in summer months the excuse it is hot is as good as any other; but it is still an excuse. Not only is it an excuse it is a fallacy that wearing little more than bra and panties in the heat of the sun will make one cooler. Give me a calf length full flowing cotton skirt and a white cute kicky blouse/shirt (no cleavage showing) and I guarantee you I will be cooler than the one in a tank top and shorts. Sun beating down on bare skin is not cool – in more ways than one.
So why do women dress with cleavage, thighs and more exposed? You tell me.
I am not advocating that it takes head to toe garb to be modest. Modesty does not start with clothing, it starts with the heart. It starts with a woman or girl determining that JESUS is the one I am to please. HE gets to decide what I walk out the door wearing. I wonder how many Christian women look in a full length mirror before they leave the house and ask HIM is this modest, LORD? Does this speak well of You and me?
I tell you from experience, you ask Him honestly and sincerely for clothing guidelines – He will give them to you.
There are some women at First Baptist Church of Satsuma, the local congregation of which I am a part, who carefully dress and some who don’t. One in particular who is younger than me even, every Sunday she is dressed modestly and attractively – she sings in the Praise Band. I have not told her; perhaps I should. She blesses me greatly!
Want a public figure as an example? Beth Moore. I have yet to see her dressed in anything but modest and flat-out cute clothes. And no she does not shop at high $ stores.
So there’s my soapbox for today.
1 Timothy 2:8-10 The Message (MSG)
8-10 Since prayer is at the bottom of all this, what I want mostly is for men to pray—not shaking angry fists at enemies but raising holy hands to God. And I want women to get in there with the men in humility before God, not primping before a mirror or chasing the latest fashions but doing something beautiful for God and becoming beautiful doing it.
Day 119 of 2014, praying for revival in the Body of CHRIST.
ABBA, You know my heart; You know where I have come from; You know the hot pants and heels I once wore; and in Your Grace, You redeemed me; I can never say thank You enough and I pray for others to be redeemed too in Yeshua’s Mighty Name.
Kathie Whitestone Thompson
Follower of Christ. Wife, Mother, Grandmother, Great-Grandmother. Some call me a teacher. Some say I'm a prayer warrior. A few accredit me with some writing skills. Me? I say I'm a work in slow progress, looking for perfection in eternity and until then having all the holy fun I know how.