There's nothing wrong with a $300 pair of shoes... unless you're wearing them while looking down at the brother next to you who could only wear his half worn out $20 pair, or jealous of the one with the $400 pair sitting on the next row.
Of course, I do think there are much better things that my money can be spent on than shoes, clothes, and hairspray, but hey, what do I know? Me, in my Goodwill clothes, never did compare with most ladies at conference. But I wasn't jealous. Not of their dry cleaning bill or their credit card statement. (Or their clothes, either, most of the time. I prefer comfort to style.) Of course, I do seem to remember a verse somewhere about wisdom and not comparing ourselves amongst ourselves. Nah, surely not.
Seriously, though (and most of the above was TIC), I was always surprised at conferences. People would spend the money and take off work to go, and then spend several hours getting ready for morning service. Not in prayer and Bible study, but getting dressed. Then they'd get back from service, crash in the room for an hour or hit the mall, come back several hours before service and start getting ready for that service. Whole new outfit, different hairstyle, a couple people doing a bunch of ladies' hair for what seemed to me to be hours on end... coming into church either right before service started or late for church, a couple more hours of church, and when altar call would start, hang out a few minutes and then sneak everyone out (before anyone was dismissed), rush to the restaurant before everyone else got there, eating and talking til all hours of the night, up the next morning early getting dressed again, and complaining that they were so tired and wondering why they couldn't have a few less services, young people begging to stay in the hotel room rather than making the morning service... and me going stir crazy because I wanted to get to the prayer room. They'd send me with stacks of Bibles to save their seats and come wandering in at the last minute, look at the first 5-7 rows where I had invariably tried to save them seats and tell me that they didn't want to sit
in front (with an eww in their voice). I often wondered what they had really come for.
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