I recently wrote a piece educating men on the contents of a woman’s purse (in case you missed the story: Part 1 and Part 2). I got away with it, even enlisted Shawn’s help with the photos for the spread. She’s a good-natured sweetie.
It’s easy to be a man and use the same billfold with every outfit. I can effortlessly make fun of shoe collections, and laugh about the need to color coordinate each piece of the ensemble. I’ve heard terms bandied about like “clotheshorse” or “fashion plate” and although I’m not sure exactly what they mean, I am sure there are people who fit the description.
I’ve felt spiritually superior that I am not addicted to clothes or clothes shopping. I can’t recall a time I lusted after a friend’s jacket, jeans, or work boots. I perched on my pedestal of self-righteous holiness before plummeting back to earth. Pay attention to these two crystal-clear Bible warnings about arrogance:
“Pride goes before destruction, And a haughty spirit before stumbling.”
“Therefore let him who thinks he stands take heed that he does not fall.”
I Corinthians 10:12
I am here to confess my hypocrisy. The latest Cabela’s Workwear catalog arrived and I thumbed through, noting the boots I had to have, the jacket with matching stitching, and the stylish yet functional work pants. There were sale items I didn’t really want but the price was right, and before I knew it, I was embroiled in a full-blown lust-fest over clothes I didn’t even need.
Ouch! I was ready to grab the credit card, log onto my Cabela’s account, and shop before I was convicted of my sin. I repented, and removed the temptation from my desk.
“Then He said to them, “Beware, and be on your guard against every form of greed; for not even when one has an abundance does his life consist of his possessions.””