what not to wear
Today I was cute with my scarf tied up neatly at my neck, a perfect contrast of color against the green sweater I had purposefully bought too small. I asked a man at the store to please go fetch me a box of those Back to Nature crackers that have been removed from the shelves. Like before Y2K, I bought 7 boxes of crackers, acting to the salesman as if I buy in such quantities on a regular basis.
My sweater smelled so good from when I spilled a little perfume on myself. I loved it – being out of the house, no one pulling on me. I was smirky.
Several isles down from that moment, I looked down at my gorgeous scarf just to admire it, and there, about two inches from my mouth, sat half a granola bar. The salesman had smiled at me so sweetly, and it wasn’t at my southern charm.
It doesn’t have to be realized while one eats the fuzzy granola bar in the canned meats section. Why didn’t I put on humility before that scarf, before I agreed with the slithering at my ear?
Eve, before she twisted that fruit from the stem, was clothed in humility, all stripped down and walking with God, and as she swallowed the knowledge of how good she was and the knowledge of how bad she could be, humility unfastened from her spirit, an undone sash, and only then did she become naked, desperate for cover.
Pride is hiding in beautiful scarves, the sound of God in the garden and we concerned with fig leaves.