Life lessons in tee-shirts

Today when I got dressed, I decided to wear a long-sleeved striped tee-shirt that I got for Christmas a few years ago. I asked for something with stripes or a design, because all my winter clothes at that time were solid colors, dark and somber. I thought I could use a little excitement in my wardrobe. Mom bought me this very bright, very striped tee-shirt, and the first time I wore it, compliments came rolling in. All my American friends loved it, even saying it was their favorite of my clothes. However, I’ve noticed that the French look at me strangely when I wear it. Clearly there is a cultural element to taste and fashion; what is bright and fun-looking to Americans is loud and garish to the French. When I wear this tee-shirt, bought at that bastion of American style—Sears—I know that I am advertising my American-ness; I might as well be wearing the Star-Spangled Banner! But I don’t really mind, because that’s who I am anyway.

All of us have distinctive features that reveal our origins. It’s not just in the way we dress, but also the way we talk, think, and even look. My eyes distinguish me as a Rainey, whether I like it or not. It’s evident—so much so that total strangers have asked me if I am related to Ben Rainey (Sr.). When I speak, my accent gives away my background, particularly on the word “on” which Baltimoreans say differently that the rest of the world. Who knew? There are countless ways that someone could observe at me and find all kinds of hints at my background.

The Bible says that the world will know we are Christians by our love for each other and for the world. Regardless of whatever else I reveal to others, I hope they can see Christ in me.