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The Christian dress code, and no tweed in sight: Matthew 22.1-14

“Many are called, but few are chosen.” +In nomine... If I accused people of making a fuss about their clothes, you might say I was something of a pot calling a kettle a culinary tool. My wardrobe has been compared to Mr Benn’s shop, where the eponymous children’s cartoon character of the early 1980s used to dress up in an infinite array of costumes to go out and engage in more or less thrilling adventures. Heaven forfend that anyone here should ever find themselves hiding in my wardrobe, but if you did, you would find an Aladdin’s closet of kilts, uniforms, cassocks, gowns, suits and dresses – the last, I hasten to add, belong to my wife.