I like to wear a suit. I like to preach in a suit. In fact, I enjoy the act of putting on, tying, and wearing a tie. I don’t know why. I also don’t know when or why dressing in a suit became “old-fashioned.”
I enjoy the time and thought that goes into making sure my shoes are shined and my shirt is pressed. When I lace up my shoes, and I always preach in hard-bottom lace-up shoes unless I’m wearing boots, I double-knot them in preparation for a morning of intensity. When I head into church on Sunday mornings, I mean business. The Gospel is going to get preached.
I am not at church to lounge, impress, or be thought of as “cutting edge.” I’m there to work, and the prevailing theme of my occupation is to point people vigorously to the God of the Bible. I cannot do that in a pair of flip-flops while drinking a latte.
Some will say that I need to dress in a relevant way. I think that’s true. My problem is that the congregation I lead ranges in age from 10 to 100. Besides, I think fashion relevance is overrated. Don’t misunderstand me: Hickory Grove is not a stuffy or even traditional church. Most men will not have on a tie — much less, a suit. All walks of life in all manner of dress are represented on any Sunday at HGBC, and we’re all worshipping the same Lord together.
Style is not the issue nearly as much as modesty is — that’s a different blog post altogether. I’m not seeking to make the “Sunday best” argument or pleading for us to return to fashion of yester-year. I just like to preach in clothing that bespeaks the gravity of my task. I take that task seriously. When I crank down the Windsor knot and lace up my cap-toes, I know it is time to go to work.
So there’s a little insight into the mind of Clint Pressley, preacher.