At school at least, what you wore could really change your life.
It was a grand unveiling -where the shape of your jeans determined how much you were worth. Or a variation in the colour of your laces could send you plummeting from popularity to social obscurity.
A peer-judged audition for your place on the social ladder. A vindication for those who had It - and those who Hadn’t A Hope.
No wonder I had a knot in my tummy the night before. We all did. Here was our chance to Express our Individuality. To burst forth from the chains of uniformed oppression and Show Our True Selves.
We wanted to stand out – but we wanted to fit in too. But here’s the thing, when it came to the day itself, we all dressed exactly the same. Jeans. T-shirt. Trainers. We looked more similar out of uniform than we did when we were in it.
And I’m still that girl today.
I want to be different.
not so different that I don’t fit in.
I don’t just want to be part of the crowd.
But in another way, that’s precisely what I crave. A sense of belonging. To be someone who fits.
Is it possible to be special – and yet part of a community?
To stand out – but to also fit in?
It was he who gave some to be apostles, some to be prophets, some to be evangelists, and some to be pastors and teachers, to prepare God’s people for works of service, so that the body of Christ may be built up until we all reach unity in the faith and in the knowledge of the Son of God and become mature, attaining to the whole measure of the fullness of Christ.
Then we will no longer be infants, tossed back and forth by the waves, and blown here and there by every wind of teaching and by the cunning and craftiness of men in their deceitful scheming. Instead, speaking the truth in love, we will in all things grow up into him who is the Head, that is, Christ. From him the whole body, joined and held together by every supporting ligament, grows and builds itself up in love, as each part does its work.