As I reflected on these sermons from the Book of James, I was reminded of something from my post-Depression childhood. My parents were poor, but that didn't bother us much because almost everyone we knew was as poor as we were. We lived on a farm and were fortunate in that we always had food to eat; but we didn't always have good clothes to wear. In fact, we had two kinds of clothes. We had what we called our -Sunday go-to-meetin' clothes, - which were the best we had; we kept them to wear to church on Sunday. Then we had our clothes that we only wore during the week for work and play. These were not as good or nice as our Sunday clothes. In the vernacular of rural Alabama in the mid-1930s we referred to them as our -ever'day- clothes. The expression -ever'day clothes- reminds me of the Book of James. James is about every day religion-Faith in Ever'day Clothes.
