The funny thing about religion is that it doesn’t escape the same pattern as normal day-to-day society—I mean that, no matter how hard you try, your appearence is still 90% of how people (in the church) and (out of the church) perceive you.
I have never been one to dress in a pair of dress shoes, khakis, and a button up all in the same occasion. I am qwerky at my best — just plain goofy. I am the definition of eccentric. Yep, look in the dictionary and there is my picture, nice and big.
I have always struggled with insecurities, self image, and self worth. I was actually told that most of my problems stem from what I look like. Now, I assure you I look presentable. I just wear things that your typical baby boomer wouldn’t prefer. I was even told that my clothing choices label me as gay. I was told that I can’t be on a church stage in a pear of “pink” shorts (which is a normal color scheme for me).
I want to take a moment and just share something.
I was handcrafted with the same hands that raise the dead and cure. Each trait that I possess is exclusively mine. The ways I think, the ways I dress, my entire personality was forged just for me by someone who knew me even before the stars existed.
I was told that I can come as I am. Once again in his book it tells me that anyone who is thirsty may come. ANYONE.
“Come!” Let the one who is thirsty come; and let the one (anyone) who wishes take the free gift of the water of life.(NIV)
What you wear or whatever personality your’s fits in to DOES NOT define your heart.
He told that anyone may drink.
He told me to come as I am
He said that he didn’t want perfection, he just wanted me.