We didn’t wear denim to Sunday evening singings. Or much of the color white any day of the week. We didn’t trade our skirts for pants even when the icy, Midwestern winds blew. We never bought wedding rings. Or TVs. Or make-up.
We were to be set apart, the elders said. Different. A holy people. And I ingested the notion that being thought of as peculiar was actually a win for the kingdom of God.
“You are to be holy to me because I, the Lord, am holy, and I have set you apart from the nations to be my own.” -Leviticus 20:26 (NIV)
Rightly, our aim was holiness and righteousness. But, being set apart was something we wrongly took upon ourselves to accomplish.
Years later, my husband and I packed up our kids and our lives and started over in a new place. We found new expressions of faith and different denominations of churches. We had elbow room suddenly.