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‘Walk (and dress) in dignity as a child of the King’

Christian commentators have been abuzz with expressing their opinions of Miss USA contestant Carrie Prejean and her public statement of believing marriage is to be between one man and one woman. Some commentators have even proclaimed Miss Prejean to be a new face for conservative values and that the GOP should be courting her as a standard bearer. However, there have been a few godly voices pointing out that Miss Prejean's lack of modesty is not Biblical and perhaps she is not a good role model for Christian girls. I happen to be in this camp and pray Miss Prejean will receive wise godly counsel on Biblical womanhood and the responsibility she has to be modest and present a chaste and pure appearance as a Christian woman, which will give her words and Christian profession more credibility.

Sadly, many parents and churches are not teaching young men and women how to act and dress as representatives of Christ and the seductive message their lack of clothing sends to others.

Praise the LORD! Carol DeMar has tastefully and truthfully tackled this subject. Please be blessed as you read the following excerpt from her wonderful article which is posted at American Vision (http://www.americanvision.org/article/modesty-makes-a-comeback-/):

“Girls beg their mothers to buy them the latest fashions. Magazines, movies, and television bombard all of us with what we should wear and how we should act. Mom gives in to her daughter who becomes propagandized by the ad hype with how to be sexy, popular, or pretty, because Mom is weary of battling the clothing issue. It's easier to hand over the money even if it means Susie dresses like some temptress. "And behold, a woman comes to meet him, dressed as a harlot and cunning of heart. She is boisterous and rebellious; her feet do not remain at home" (Prov. 7:10-11). Permitting daughters to encourage impure thoughts by their immodest clothing is sinful. Teach your daughter to walk in dignity as a child of the King.”

Mrs. DeMar then goes on to give needed direction on how young men can also be taught modesty:

“Dad and Mom should be team-teaching modesty to their male offspring as well. Wearing pants halfway down the derriere is not acceptable. Sons learn how to act and dress as Christian men from their fathers. Fathers must pay attention to what their sons are wearing as well as their daughters. Boys should not appear as if they are attempting to gain membership into a local gang. Young Christian men should not find this look appealing. The look does not promote godliness or purity to the rest of the world. The kind of people this look will attract will probably not be followers of Christ. Young men must ask themselves what they are attempting to portray to the world and other Christians.”

In conclusion, if you are a Christian, you are Christ’s ambassador and the first impression others have of you may very well be a lasting one; make it your goal to ‘walk (and dress) in dignity as a child of the King’.

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