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Originally Posted by jaxfam6
This talk of not understanding why someone would be worried about what someone else wears or being offended or feeling out of place because they were not dressed as fancy as the others has me thinking back.
My mother could not really afford to buy me the expensive clothes that a lot of kids wore. I did not have the brand name shoes, the silk ties, the latest guys fashions, etc. My father left when I was 12 and she had to do what she could to support us. She paid her tithes and offerings, paid the bills, bought groceries, and what was left was used for gas in the car for her to get to and from work and MAYBE for us to have something we wanted, if our needs were met. I was a kid and never gave thought to these things really. I liked to dress nice and look good. ALL the kids wore suits, we were taught to. All of them had 4 or 5 suits apiece. I knew most of the kids in our group really well and know I am speaking truth and not stretching it. There were some who did not have the means to buy 4 and 5 suits and I know a few years they did not go to camp because of it.
Were we ever told we HAD to wear them every night? NO. Were we ever told we HAD to wear a different one every night? NO. This all came out of the WAY IT WAS DONE. The ones who were IMPORTANT did it so if you wanted to be IMPORTANT and ACCEPTED you did it.
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This is it.. it is because it is the way it is done... they just want acceptance... so they conform so they fit in. It doesn't matter the culture or the circumstances.... it is all about being accepted.
Problem is, we have put God into this and made it part of who he is... and unfortunately that is all some can see among us.
I understand how you were raised by a single mom. Thanks for sharing. I am a single mom and my girls have been brought up so differently than I was raised. We spent hours in goodwills trying to scrape together 5 nice outfits for camp to fit in....or accessories to update things they already had. People would give things or pass things down. I always did my best to help them fit in.
I was raised going to the mall with an American Express card of my parents to buy all my nice clothes. I had completely paid trips to every conference at the district and national level. Given a car at 16 and traveled all over the state to every youth function there was. I look back and my dad must have been an endless supply of money as I didn't work. Dressed completely in fashion to keep up with the culture. All my friends were pentecostals or other preachers kids. I grew up so proud of my 4th generation PK status... often felt sorry for others not so advantaged and had compassion on the lost, but viewed them beneath me.
I've spent much time over the last year or so repenting for my snobbish self.. as I draw closer to God, he shows me just exactly what I was... and even still what I am. That is the true power of the Holy Ghost... leading and guiding in all truth...and righteousness.... otherwise, however could I know where I needed to purge myself of things not like him so I can draw closer still.
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