Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Walk a mile in my shirt…

Last time I preached at Riverbend, I was wearing someone else’s jacket. And shirt. And tie. And pants. I don’t even know whose they were. See, I buy most of my clothes at a men’s resale shop. They’re picky about the clothes they accept on consignment, so their selection is always high quality, name-brand stuff.
I don’t shop there just because I’m cheap. But I will probably never be comfortable going into a store and paying $160 for a Tommy Bahama shirt. That’s why I like the resale shop; I can buy several shirts for the price of one new one. And the shirts are always laundered, pressed, on hangers—ready to wear. I also like the idea that these clothes are “broken in.” If they were ever going to shrink, they’ve already done it, so I don’t have to worry about the shirt that fits today being too small after a wash. I walk out of that store, feeling like a big spender, but only paying a fraction of the real cost. What a deal.
There is benefit in choosing things that are pre-tested, things that have proven their dependability. I take comfort in the fact that my faith is in something that has been tested over time, something that is as fresh today as if it were brand new. It fits me like it was made for me…which it was. And talk about a master designer! But because I’m not the original owner, I don’t have to pay the very high price that it cost. I could never afford that and I'm so glad someone else was willing to pay that enormous price. The most unusual thing about this garment, though, is that I can pass it along to someone else, and still wear it myself at the same time.
Here. Try it on. Doesn’t it feel good?

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