because the people wear suits or jeans themselves -- to be distracted by the attire. It gets judged. Is it too expensive a suit? Is it too casual for church? Should he be wearing a tie with that suit? And so on.
Our family was very poor. My dad worked as a carpenter/laborer and my mom stayed at home and raised the kids (circa. 1960's). Christmas was a $5 dollar bill and a trip to the GoodWill Store to buy used toys. Looking back at my 6th grade school picture, I can see now how poor we actually were. I was kid wearing the jeans with the shiny thread bear knees and worn out sneakers in the picture. Those were my combination school clothes and Sunday best.
My mother was devoutly religious and we belonged to the First Baptist Church of Kenner. She made sure when we went to church we were well groomed kids and scrubbed raw, ("hold on and let me see behind those ears, show me your fingernails, where's your comb" ?.. squeaky clean). Naturally I was wearing my school/Sunday only clothes.
One afternoon we were returning home from church in the "rambler" when my Dad announced he had a talk with the pastor (this was serious, and I imagined his leather belt coming off when we got home). He sighed and said in a somber voice, "The pastor said we can't go back to church without better clothes"... My mother was in tears.
He said, "If you want to go, we'll get the money to buy you some proper church clothes, a suit maybe". I was twelve years old then. I thought hard about it for a minute. I thought about all the things our family didn't have, things I knew my folks were saving up for. A 1969 Dodge Dart, a bigger television, a visit to West Texas to see my mother's aging parents, our own home.
In that moment, I realized a couple of things. I would never attend college. I would never drive my own car to high school, and I would start cutting grass in the summer with the lawn mower to earn money. Nor would I ever again attend the First Baptist Church of Kenner, or any other church for that matter. I told my dad, "That's alright".. "Don't worry about it".
That's why to this day, I am a non-clerical, non-denominational Christian. It's not just about the church congregation looking at how the minister is dressed.. It's also about how the congregation looks at each
other. Somehow, I don't think a "fashion show" was what Jesus and his disciples had in mind when they established Christianity, but that's what organized religion has become.