When I was ordained a priest my bishop gave a new set of vestments. They weren’t particularly ornate or of some high quality – but they were new and very beautiful and it was a wonderful gift. My first parish was a mission parish where I stayed just shy of seven years. And during those years I ended up – for the most part – wearing those same vestments. There were too many other things the church board was focused on than vestments. More specifically, purchasing property for the future church.
By the time I arrived at my second parish I think I was over the whole ‘beautiful vestments’ thing. Perhaps I was so used to wearing the same ones each Sunday that I realized that, deep down inside, I preferred comfort over style.
I’m now in my third parish, the vestments I wear are a little snug, nothing really special…but they’re nice and I’m as comfortable in them as I would be in an old pair of shoes.
I must admit though, looking at the picture of my deacon’s gorgeous set of vestments (pictured above from this morning’s liturgy) I just might be having second thoughts. If nothing else maybe I should just get those old, now beat up vestments my bishop gave me some twenty years ago.
If nothing else, they’re comfortable.