Craig Paxton wrote:It used to be that a person was judged on the content of their character and not on the color of their shirt...but then something changed. A conference talk was given and all of a sudden, shirt color mattered.
Something significant changed in the church with this talk...all of a sudden...obedience became a semi annual subject in general conference...but not just any obedience talk but obedience to priesthood authority talks and what was the easiest way to confirm compliance? Shirt color.
No longer did church authorities have to wait for reports of the tell-tell smell of cigarette smoke or the sound of a lawn mower running on the sabbath to judge fellow ward members...now they could do a quick glance over the congregation and know immediately who was and who wasn't obedient to priesthood authority.
But I believe that that one talk and the resulting consequences have done more damage to the church and it's male members than nearly any other policy. Like limiting the number of earrings, banning flip-flops, tatoos and judging the female members on whether or not their shoulders where covered...white shirts have bled the church of that human quality prized everywhere except within Mormonism....individuality.
The church lost something very valuable the day that talk was given and set into motion a bevy of steps that have quashed individuality and free expression...and the suppression continues to this day.
If u can imagine this...there once was a day when even church office employees had a choice of shirt color...but alias...those days are mere distant memories of the very old...whose children even question the stories of such a time when members actually had a choice
Very astute to observe this correlative, Craig.
I went to a niece's baptism on the first Saturday in May. Her 10 year old brother (my nephew) was dressed in a dark blue suit, not so much as a subtle pinstripe in it. A white shirt and dark red tie (actually, the tie had a bit of flare to it as it was tinged with black). And he was toting a triple combination and Bible in a small leather case. He was popping around the event, like a 19 year old missionary at 'his' first baptism in the field.
But for the fact that he is only 10, was wearing sneakers with his dark blue suit, and did not have a name tag on, they've missionary-ized the poor kid.