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Church Girls and Short Shorts

Have you ever felt like you would have to change too much about yourself in order to be a #goodChristian?  I assumed, based on my limited understanding of what being a “good Christian” meant, that I was already too far gone to be included in that category.  My past was too messy, my heels were too high, and my shorts were too short.

Because we all know that Jesus just cannot use those of us whose shorts are short, right?

Except…doesn’t the bible tells us differently?  Insert the story of Rahab.  In Joshua 2, we find that God was not embarrassed nor ashamed to use Rahab- a prostitute who’s past was a tad more colorful than my American Eagle cutoffs- to benefit the kingdom.  That a less than modest girl made it into the bible for doing godly work gives me incredible freedom.

I can only assume, then, that the value of a person is not in what they have done, nor the way that they outwardly appear; but rather in what they are willing to do when God calls them.

We do that to ourselves, though, don’t we?  Condemn ourselves for being us?

I’m too me and not enough them {church girls}.

But God isn’t in the habit of making mistakes.  In fact, I dare say since he created the heavens and the earth, since time began for us, he hasn’t faltered once.  That gives me a lot of confidence to believe that if he’s called me to do something for his glory, he doesn’t wish I would be just a little bit different.  He’s decided that I am useable just as I am, short shorts aside.

I’m not insinuating He condones any sins or doesn’t desire that we turn away from worldly things, be in the world but not of it, but it’s reassuring me that I don’t have to be all right before I begin working on the mission for my life.

That’s encouraging, because I’m quite sure I’ll never be all right.  What a travesty it would be if God’s people waited to be all right before they began to be His hands and feet.

I’ve had an idea of what a “church girl” should look like, based upon what I’ve seen and the experiences I’ve accumulated; and in every situation, my future in being able to openly love Jesus looked grim.  I created this image that I could never live up to, my past already disqualified me from any of those churchly words that are used to describe Jesus loving women (righteous, virtuous, pure, etc.), and as a result I tried to pave my own way.

If I couldn’t be them, then I may as well be really really me. 

Because naturally, if I compare my secret life to another’s Jesus life, I actually do resemble Rahab a bit.  But we are all called to contribute what we can contribute as we are.  There is a place for every kind of person in the body of Christ, and it does no good for a person like me to compare myself to people like them, because our paths were different from the start.

     1 Corinthians 12:12, 14-17 reminds us,

“The human body has many parts, but the many parts make up one whole body.  So it is with the body of Christ…Yes, the body has many different parts, not just one part.  If the foot says ‘I am not a part of the body because I am not a hand’ that does not make it any less a part of the body.  And if the ear says, ‘I am not part of the body because I am not an eye’ would that make it any less a part of the body?  If the whole body were an eye, how would you hear?  Or if your whole body were an ear, how would you smell anything?  But our bodies have many parts and God has put each part just where he wants it.”

You know what that says to me?  God made me me on purpose for a purpose.

Does that not take immense pressure off of your need to somehow measure up to anyone?  I’m not telling you to remain stagnant in your ways, to not turn from your sins, to refuse to be refined, or to stunt your growth under the pretense of being who God made you.  I’m simply imploring that we stop spending so much of our time trying, or waiting, to be someone else before we get up and get going on what it is that we are capable of doing right now!  Short shorts be darned!

So there I was, digging my high heels into the ground, legs flexed and naked to mid-thigh, saying “No no no, you’ve got it all wrong, I am so not who you think I am!  My shorts are too short to be a church attending Jesus girl, I won’t fit in!”

Now can’t you picture Jesus being all like “Who cares?  Wake up and look around you!  Should we worry about who’s wearing what or should we worry that souls are in danger of being lost to eternal fire and maybe only short shorts wearing women will reach the other short shorts wearing women who compared themselves to the “church” women, came up short (pun intended because Jesus is obviously funny) and decided to never try again?

Don’t you dare forsake my mission for your life in the name of being proper!  Don’t call yourself incapable because of some silly reason that only matters to other people, when I have called you chosen!  Don’t disobey my command to go out and spread the Good News, to wage war, in the name of not fitting some outward Christian ideal!  This is important stuff!  This is eternal!

I feel like Jesus would use a lot of exclamation points.  And I have a rather good feeling that my excuse, which really only applies to about 4 months out of my year, would annoy him a little.  But though Jesus was passionate, he was also compassionate, and so I believe he’d follow that up with, “Look, just stop pulling out your measuring stick; you’ll never be enough, that way.  You’re just too gosh darn perfectly you to be anyone else.  Everything you are in ME is MORE than enough to do what I have called you to do.  You will never please everyone, and you should never bother trying to.  Just please me.  Focus on me.  Listen to me.  Hear meAbide in me.”

Here’s the truth, given enough time we could all come up with a million reasons why we’re too much or not enough to carry out those missions God has set aside for our lives, specifically.  If I focus on my shortcomings, I can’t focus on what he’s telling me to do.

Those quirks that make us who we are?  Those are the exact tiny pieces of ourselves that will connect us to another human heart.  I’m not saying that I shouldn’t probably invest in some Bermuda length bottoms, I’m just saying, the length of my shorts does not determine the value of my willingness to do what God’s called me to do for His glory.  It could be the way that I dress that inspires another woman, who maybe isn’t ready to overhaul her entire closet either, to come to church regardless.  It could be that my lack of leg modesty could make a woman who’s never been to church, and thereby doesn’t know how to dress for church, feel comfortable coming to church.

I’d rather focus on living like a Jesus girl than looking like a church girl, anyways. 

Because sometimes, it’s the girls in the short shorts who can take the heat the longest; and perseverance is a mighty important quality when running the race with God, my friend.

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Have you ever felt like you didn’t belong in church, because of some “unspoken rule”?  How were you able to move past it?

 

3 thoughts on “Church Girls and Short Shorts”

  1. You’re going to reach women that the pastor’s wife might not. You are inviting and approachable in your writing and in person. Thank you for your honesty and your passion for God!

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