Originally posted by trumpet:
</font><blockquote>quote:</font><hr />Originally posted by Abiyah:
I wear pants 24/7, yet people who do not know me
recognize me as a believer and walk up to talk to
me about it. Ii have never had a believer come up
to me and begin to testify to me of our Lord,
thinking that Ii was not a believer.
I`m sorry to say that I find this hard to believe, without some kind of other outward appearance, necklace cross, carring Bible,etc... Unless you just look that Jewish.</font>[/QUOTE]8oD I am not sure how Jewish one can look as
a woman, since I don't wear tzitzit or a kepa!
Yes, I was surprised, too. I had been reared in,
and attended for over 50 years, a church which
taught that women could only wear dresses and
skirts. This teaching really chaffed me, because
I felt so uncovered, so exposed in dresses. So
when they excommunicated me, one of the first
things I did was replace all those skirts and
dresses with nice pants and suits.
Now, all that time I had been going there, I had
been taught that the way we were to look dif-
ferent from "the world" was that we were to wear
skirts, not wear makeup, not wear jewelry, and
keep our hair somewhat longish. (Funny--the
men just wore the same things as "the world"
did and had no clothing-restrictions placed
upon them. Hm-m-m-m! Could this be
because it was the men, not the women, who
made the rules?)
So there I stood in the front office of a large
office building downtown, wearing my pants,
some makeup, and my jewelry, when a day-
worker, who had no idea who I was and whom
I was seeing for the first time ever, walked up
to my desk and asked, "You're a Christian,
aren't you?"
In my mind, I did a double-take, considering I
had been taught that believing women wore
dresses, no makeup, and no jewelry, and there
I stood with all of the above on.
Rather than going into a long theological explan-
ation of my beliefs, and based upon the fact that
most Christians who know me insist that I am
Christian, I responded, "Yes." And he began to
pour out a long, difficult story, asking me to pray
for him.
This was my first introduction to the fact that it
is not what uniform we wear that shows that we
are believers: it is the Spirit of a very Holy God
who is either present or not present in a life.
Since then, others have approached me in a
similar manner on occasion, but not once has
any Christian approached me with the idea that
I was in need of salvation. I would suggest,
however, that perhaps the reason no Christian
has ever approached me may be because we
believers are not doing our jobs getting the
word out.
No, I don't wear Christian jewelry. 8o) And I
don't recall specifically having my Bible with
me when approached, and I certainly did not
have it with me on that very frist time I was
approached while wearing pants; I was working.
Neither, however, can spirituality be measured by
whether or not someone approaches one and
asks for prayer! Perhaps I have just happened
to be in particular places where it can happpen.