It is the day before Easter Sunday. When I was a child, this is the day we would head to the department store (there was only one where we lived) to buy a new dress to wear to church the following day. It was always called your "Easter outfit". Even months later, if you were going to wear that particular dress, you would say, "Well, I think I will wear my Easter outfit."
I do not know why we always waited until the day before, but that seemed to be the case. Little ruffled dresses, patent leather shoes and matching white hats and gloves.
Looking back, I cannot help but reflect that it seems somehow out of place that....
... we would buy a new hat to celebrate the One who wore only a crown of thorns upon his head
... we would buy gloves to wear to a church service to remember Him who had only nail scars on His hands
... we would buy new garments to commemorate the death of One who had only one good garment which the soldiers cast lots for
... we would wear new shoes to a service in honor of the One who trod dusty roads in worn sandals, until they pierced his feet with nails.
I do realize that our intent was to honor Jesus by putting on "new clothes" to celebrate the new life available to each of us through his resurrection and triumph over death.
However, tomorrow, as we go to church, I will not be wearing a single new item of any kind. But I will once again be rejoicing in my heart for the new life, new hope, new opportunities, new joy He alone can provide to us.
God bless you on Easter Sunday!