Saturday, May 26, 2007

Representation

"It's so nice to see someone wearing a suit when travelling. You hardly ever see it nowadays."

I was standing (in line) for the rear lavatory of Air Canada flight# 873. We were halfway through the eight hour flight, and the flight attendants were back at their station, right beside where I was standing, and one of the stewardesses had spoken to me.

I acknowledged the compliment. (In a partly gracious, partly clumsy manner.)

But she pursued: "Are you going to some special occasion?"

I smiled. "Actually, I'm just returning from a business trip - nothing very special, but I make a point of dressing professionally when I fly - particularly if for a business trip."

She looked at me steadily. (And I mentally noted that I was glad it was this older, motherly woman, and not the young and rather glamorous blonde who was serving the other aisle, who was giving me this much attention. :P)

Finally: "Well, that's quite remarkable! It's extremely rare to meet people who dress decently, or consider public travelling worth doing so, anyway. It's much appreciated, and it always seems to greatly improve the quality of the atmosphere."

She passed on to serve some passengers, and I didn't really have a further comment on my tongue, but I kept thinking.

Well, why do I wear a suit when I fly? Or on any other occasion for that matter?

I told her I usually do, but why do I do so? I don't wear a suit every day, or every week for that matter, but different activities call for different attire - what's so special about flying?

Well, there is a rather lame practical reason for it: If I'm taking a suit with me, it's easier to wear it than to pack it and have to work the wrinkles out later - but really, that's not the real reason.

It isn't really a matter of conviction, nor is it a matter of preference, but it is in truth, a matter of principle.

Why a dress code?

You see, a person's attire speaks a good deal about their character. Modesty and decency, are of course the basic elements of Christian apparel, but further to that there is one fundamental to what dictates any dress code: Representation.

Air Canada has a dress code for their employees. Not only for their flight crew, but for any airline employee who may be flying on their flights. My mother's father worked for the airline, and so did her sister, and airline employees receive a number of free passes every year for their own travelling. However, the airline imposes a dress code for such passengers - included people who may have been given passes as gifts.

We had a copy of that dress code about ten years ago - and I'd love to have it now, just for documentation. Unfortunately it has been lost, and I haven't been able to locate another.

The reason is simple: Firstly, that employees represent the airline when on duty, and secondly, are required to contribute to an improved flight quality when off duty.

But I don't represent Air Canada, and Air Canada doesn't impose a dress code on me. Nor does my business. But every person on earth is a representative of someone.

And obviously, most people care only to represent themselves.

That's not my position, and that's not the position of any Christian. We're not here to present or represent ourselves. Indeed, Paul calls us, 'ambassadors for Christ'.

And indeed, as a Christian, as a representative of Christ, my dress code cannot be inferior to that of an off-duty Air Canada employee.


So that's why I wear a suit when I fly.

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The Japanese Sheepdog

Talk about being fleeced - sheep in wolves' clothing?

Turn Ye Not Aside

And turn ye not aside: for then should ye go after vain things, which cannot profit nor deliver; for they are vain. (1 Samuel 12:21)

There are occasions in life when we encounter painful evidence of this. Friends who once served the Lord - indeed were brought up in the fear of the Lord, who have turned aside and gone after vain things, which cannot profit nor deliver, for they are vain.

Today was one of those occasions. Painful it is, but I also found some admonition from the words of Samuel in response to such an occasion: Moreover as for me, God forbid that I should sin against the LORD in ceasing to pray for you...(1 Samuel 12:23)

Clearly, praying for the wayward is not an optional pious pastime.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

A little slumber, a little sleep...

The sleep of a labouring man is sweet.

That's all. It's not an excuse - just a good, one line description of what my life has been like in these last days.

Short and sweet, too. But this morning I decided to dash off a few lines here to keep things current.

As some of you may or may not know, some time ago - actually, four months ago today - I became the owner of a humble 54.98 acre farm. It's been unofficially dubbed 'Ebenezer Hills', signifying above all other adjectives: 'Hitherto hath the Lord helped me.'

Spare time was never of great availability in my life, but now I can assure you that it is scarcer yet. It's been keeping me out of trouble - and will likely result in sparser updates.

But anyways, as far as blogging goes, I even have some drafts sitting there for a while, waiting for their attention. So, personal stuff aside, time may reveal additional subsurface brain activity.