Too Short

Shannon — Tue, 23 Feb 2010 18:01:00 GMT

On a recent Sunday morning, one of my children came down the stairs, dressed for church. His pants had the ‘capri' look. And his shirt sleeves ended about 3 inches short of his wrist. Yes, I had laid these clothes out. It's a ritual that I perform each Saturday evening, as I picture my beautiful family entering our place of worship in our Sunday best. But I had envisioned one of my other children wearing these particular clothes. A younger and shorter child.

When I called his attire into question, he asked, "What?" with an ‘I-did-what-you-told-me!' sort of look.

This didn't surprise or annoy me. I've resigned myself to the fact that I may spend the rest of my life trying to protect my child from fashion faux pas. But what did surprise me just the slightest bit was my husband, who walked in at that moment, sized up the ''capri' outfit our son was wearing, and also asked, "What?"

At least I know where it comes from.

I'm pretty sure that God doesn't care how stylish I am while I worship him. He doesn't measure how far from the floor my pant legs fall or how far my cuffs fall short of my wrists. The only thing he measures me against is his own glory. And I, like every other person who has ever dressed for a worship service, have fallen short.

"...for all have sinned and fallen short of the glory of God, and are justified by his grace as a gift..."

Romans 3:23-24

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Too Short