One thing I have desired of the Lord, that will I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to behold the beauty of the Lord, and to inquire in His temple. (Psalm 27:4)
Sunday’s were always special in the Heaton household. Unlike other days of the week this was the day we got to wear our ‘Sunday Going To Meeting Clothes.’ Shoes had to be polished and behind the ears clean and hair combed (what little there was to comb). Five boys and a girl loaded up in the green Ford Econoline van with dad driving and mom dressed to perfect beauty and off we went to 803 W. Mahoney Street. Bible classes were intense but fun. The worship was wonderful as voices blended together and good strong preaching poured forth from the pulpit. And we were wearing our best clothes. It was truly a day of joy.
I still like to wear my Sunday/Go/To/Meeting clothes. It gives me a sense of security from something I learned a long time ago. Worship was a time of happiness. Respect was the word for what we did. Mom and dad never missed a service unless something close to death happened. My dad worked shift work at the mines but it seemed like he was always at church (30 minutes early). The smell of those clothes sure was nice. Mom would rustle us up in the van to return home to a quiet day of rest and relaxation (or the version five boys could make of resting).
Today is Mother’s Day. Happy day to all the mothers that take their children to worship to show them God. Happy day to all the mothers who show their children God when they are at home. Blessed are the mothers who dress their children in Sunday/Go/To/Meeting clothes of truth and honor for God. It is not so much about the kind of clothes we wear but the kind of heart we have for what we are doing. I am less than 100 years old (about 42 less) but that still resonates in my mind about mom wanting me to look my best. I am still trying to look my best for her on the outside but I am trying hard to dress good in the inside too. She loved Jesus Christ and I want to wear her mantle. Thanks mom for helping be get dressed for worship.
“All that I am, or can be, I owe to my angel mother” (Abraham Lincoln)