Anybody here this morning old enough to remember wearing your "Sunday Best?"

[You may or may not want to make the following autobiographical.]

Kids got their weekly scrubbing down. Little boys were jammed into button-down shirts, too-small or too-large dress jackets (pricey "good clothes" had to be worn as long as possible). And those humiliating clip-on ties!

Little girls endured scratchy dresses, slippery shoes, and medieval kinds of hair-torture. Both genders were given the impossible-to-obey command, "Don't get dirty!"

Only after everyone was cleaned up, spiffed up, straightened up, were they deemed respectable enough to go to church. Church, after all, was for the respectable members of the community. Good Christian men and women were always identifiable by their respectability.…