Modesty is just one of those sore subjects isn’t it?
Don’t wear that.
No higher than this.
No lower than that.
That’s too extravagant.
That’s too much skin.
I’ve come to see that even well-intentioned Christ-followers can tend to complicate the whole matter far more than what God intends.
And I suspect it’s because we’ve gotten away from the heart of the matter.
If we can’t get it straight for ourselves, how can we know what to teach kids about modesty?
I’m glad you asked. I happen to be over at Intoxicated on Life today, discussing that very thing.
Here’s an excerpt:
“Mama, Chloe is gonna LOVE this dress!” my four-year-old daughter gushed in front of the mirror one Sunday morning. With her eyes shining brightly and her dimpled grin broad, she was clearly delighted by the thought of her friend’s certain approval.
And that’s how I knew we had a lot of work to do when it comes to modesty.
Not because of the dress’s hem length or sleeve style or neckline.
And not because of its cost or extravagance.
You see, it wasn’t my daughter’s dress that was immodest.
It was her heart.