Ditto. But don’t you know? That’s “pretentious,” “judging people,” and “snotty.”
How do you dress for a wedding? Men: suit or jacket and slacks, women: nice dress or skirt/slacks and blouse? Same for meeting the President. Hardly formal wear.That sounds very reasonable…however the formal wear rules out other posters who suggest wearing your best like you were going to a wedding or to meet the president…
I think some of the responses on this thread actually do reflect a very non-Catholic attitude, in that
Ditto. But don’t you know? That’s “pretentious,” “judging people,” and “snotty.”
Who knew?
I think it’s not asking for much to leave the symbols of the culture, the low standards of the culture, and the degradation of the culture outside of the nave and the sanctuary. (Many who wear extremes of the above, such as short-short-shorts, and high-thigh mini skirts, are EMHC’s.)
Thanks for your civility, and for not calling names.
No. I’ve attended many weddings inside a Catholic church without a suit or jacket.
Again, it depends upon the formality of the situation: I’m going to a wedding this weekend, Catholic, that is a picnic theme. The wedding is in the morning, the picnic is immediately after. The attire is casual, I kid you not.
No. That’s not the translation. The translation is in the behavior she said she would engage in if a friend merely made a comment about changing clothes:
And Antonivis, taking this a step further, I would think for Catholics their desire that people be called to receive the Body of Christ, would be of far, far greater importance than worrying about what clothing those souls receive Him in.
It’s not about “worrying.” It’s about joining together as a common Body with the same mind/purpose, distinguished from the mind/purpose we have when:
You’re welcome. Just shared how it sounded to me since you were discussing how you and her would probably not associate because your friends are role models to look up. And you were addressing Annabelle Marie.No. That’s not the translation. The translation is in the behavior she said she would engage in if a friend merely made a comment about changing clothes:
She would consider the comment “snotty.”
She would “simply ignore” her friend.
I can’t conceive of doing that. I don’t ignore my friends. I have immense respect for them; that’s precisely why they are my friends: they and I share values and are not superficial. If I questioned their comment or their judgment about something, I would discuss it with them directly, not “simply ignore them.” Second, I would not consider such a personal comment a friend made, on his or her own individual clothing preferences (the category of clothing, not the price or ostentatiousness or social importance of the clothing), to be “snotty.” If I questioned why my friend wanted/needed to change clothing, I respect my friends enough to ask them directly, not “ignore” them or walk away.
Thanks, however, for the mistranslation, and another Straw Man. A few more of these and we can start a politically correct bonfire.
But some parishes and even depending upon the mass time at other parishes, casual attire is what the majority of the parishoners wear, so they are joining together as a common Body. Especially during football season at some of the parishes in my town, you stick out as sore thumb if you aren’t wearing your favorite team jersey. Its what the common body around here prefers.
Annabelle Marie, I’ve been to weekday Mass. I’ve seen laborers who wear jeans to work and they stop for Mass on their way. Don’t they receive the same Jesus on Tuesday as Sunday?
And I’ll bet Jesus still calls and welcomes them in His house to receive Him in their team’s jerseys doesn’t He?
My friends and I respect each other so much that we would never “walk away,” “ignore” each other, consider each other “snotty,” call each other “snotty” privately or publicly, or refuse to consider each other’s opinions (including questioning those opinions, reflecting on those, etc.). Part of sharing common values is the value of behavior toward one another. My friend is not just there to have me approve of absolutely everything he or she is doing. that’s actually not an ingredient of unconditional love, including Christian love.
I’m a musician for at least one wedding almost every weekend. I can sometimes do up to 4 weddings a weekend depending on the time of year. These weddings are all over the place, different demographics in regards to culture, race, economic, etc. Many, if not most, are Catholic weddings. I would say over half of the weddings, the guests will come in formal wear. After that would be the suit and tie / nice dress/skirt crowd and then a very small percentage are casual.
Straw Man #90.
I would agree with this. Although my personal choice is to dress the way as I described in my first post here, I won’t always dress like that if I attend mass at a rural parish near our family’s country property. I would definitely stick out like a sore thumb and bring much more attention to myself than what should happen at mass. Many of the families are farmers or used to be farmers. No one ever, ever wears a jacket and tie and many of the men wear jeans, once in a while dockers. The women will sometimes wear a skirt or a dress, but will also wear jeans or slacks. And the thought of wearing heels? Forget about it, unless you want your heel to get stuck in the dirt road or the grass in the field where you park. They are always washed and clean, but I know that some of them would sometimes have to come directly from their morning work on their farms (as there was only one mass early in the morning since there was only one priest for three parishes in the area). Yes, you sometimes would smell manure (usually from the fertilized fields outside), but that was how it was and is. What they wore, was truly their Sunday best. No one ever dressed immodestly. Also have to mention that some of the women wore veils for mass, so this is definitely not a “liberal” parish. I have to say they are some of the nicest, good-hearted people I know. It was a very small church, but always packed and you knew everyone.
Strawman #91.