“My mom says she shouldn’t have worn white”. I looked at my friend perplexed. I was 16 and had never heard the phrase. She was referring to the western Christian custom (brought about by Queen Victoria in 1840) where a bride wears white, symbolic of virginity, of purity. She was specifically talking about a wedding I had been to — a wedding where the petite bride’s belly showed through the satin and lace of a wedding dress; a wedding where the bride was pregnant.
She said it again: “She shouldn’t have worn white” and shook her head. I, daughter of Baptist missionaries, was completely confused. The irony that She, with little church background, was educating me on symbols of purity and virginity was not lost, even at my young age.
They were words of condemnation. Words said in disgust. Words said in judgment.
Suddenly the bride’s gown didn’t seem as beautiful. Suddenly it was stained, all that satin and lace now the color of condemnation.
This conversation has stayed with me since that time. For there are many times where I have heard the words in my head that spoke judgment and condemnation about something I’ve done or said. The words “You shouldn’t have worn white”.
You shouldn’t have worn white. You’re not qualified. Your past should exclude you. You’re not worthy. You’re an impostor. You’ll never be good enough. You shouldn’t have worn white.
Far worse is that in my mind I have used these words with others, deeming them unworthy. Casting judgment, the first stone, condemning the white until there was no beauty left.
The words made their way into a pocket of my soul unreached by Grace. Grace had to find the way to burrow in and replace words of condemnation with words of conviction. “You shouldn’t have worn white” had to be replaced with words of saving Grace. Words of truth to replace lies of condemnation.
For I have found that true conviction leads me to action while condemnation paralyzes, the paralysis expressed in the phrase “She shouldn’t have worn white”. Satin and lace tarnished, beauty gone, my heart closed to the beauty of Grace.
But conviction? Conviction opens wide the door and makes me long for loveliness, strive for transformation, open to the work of Grace.
“She shouldn’t have worn white” still casts its stain, for sticks and stones may break my bones but words can haunt forever. But words of Grace ultimately win this battle.
8 thoughts on ““She Shouldn’t Have Worn White””
Great post! I was a pregnant bride – seven and a half months to be exact. I wore gray – not because I was ashamed to wear white, but because it was after Labor Day ;)
Ah, grace. That none of us merits but is so wondrously given. If we could just extend grace to others (and ourselves) our hearts could know the joy of total acceptance and unconditional love. Beautiful post, Marilyn. You are grace, given to this crazy world.
Oh these generous words – thank you Stacy…so.much.
I love you…..
I have always laughed at this silly “rule” of white standing for purity and virginity. Ultimately, it is a social rule. I do not heed to social expectation. White is beautiful. Any bride should be able to wear whatever color she chooses, and her reasons for marrying and the type of ceremony are her own. People can be so ridiculous. Why would someone care at all if a woman was a virgin at her wedding? How funny! Nice post by the way!
Love this. I think Panic at the Disco is appropriate here. “It’s much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.”
What a wonderful post you have, and I hope people learn from it. We are all under grace. Not one of us in the church should be looking down our noses at another. Only lifting each other up in Christ.
I so love your last line, “Words of Grace ultimately win . . .” Amen!!!