I don’t dismiss those who wear civilian clothes all the time or those who wear habits. Unless I know the priest, I rarely ever know if a man in civilian clothing is a priest. With sisters, I can usually tell if they are a sister even if they aren’t wearing a habit. They tend to wear similar, dowdy suits (not putting down the suit) with a pin and crucifix, and they all have their hair very short. I’ve only made the mistake once where I thought this woman at the parish was a sister. She wasn’t. Ooops! But she was fine with that. Nothing bad about being referred to as “Sister”.
That said, there was something always comforting in being able to see outward physical signs of religious and priests. As a child I loved being able to walk down a street, or in a store and see a group of sisters or a couple of priests. My father was a doctor at a Catholic hospital where Mercy sisters worked. In the 80s, some still wore their habits and it was always nice going to the hospital once in a while and seeing them there. They are still there, of course, but not as prominent, visually. They and the IHM sisters who were teachers in my school and still wore their habits in the 80s and 90s, had inspired me to become a sister too. The sisters at the hospital would often ask my father how their “Little Sister” was doing. (I have since realized that wasn’t my calling and am now married.)
Anyway, in a strange way seeing priests and other religious in their habits make me feel proud of being Catholic and reminds me of how much of a influence and responsibility we, as Catholics, have to do good. There are so many of us. Many of the priests in my parish wear their cassocks on Sundays and their black during the week, although once in a while I’ll see them in civilian clothes. The St. Joseph sisters who live in the convent there have a mix. Some wear their habit with the veil, others wear the suits.
On the other hand, seeing priests in civilian clothes remind me that they are just as human as the rest of us. The first time I ever saw priests not in habit was a little girl. My father’s best friend was in the seminary from a very young age to his early 20s. He left the seminary, became a doctor, got married and has four children, but stayed friends with many of the men who eventually became priests. We were visiting at the Chesapeake and a huge group of them, it looked like 10 or more, came for the weekend. They all went swimming with their bathing trunks. Seeing them in trunks was so weird to a little girl. They actually wore colors and only swim shorts? hahah! I remember one reminded me of a picture in one of those religion books where Jesus was being baptized by John the Baptist. But that experience let me realize that they were human and made mistakes like everyone else.
The same when my friend and I first saw the IHM sisters hang their laundry out to dry. We just didn’t think they wore underwear or pjs. We thought they kept their habits and veils on all the time - even slept in them.
