Some days I do wonder if there is enough collective intelligence left in what passes for Evangelicalism these days, that, oh bother! I can't even finish that sentence sensibly because there doesn't seem to be any left. The state of your average "Christian store" is appalling. Today I went to one of these to pick up a book I am giving to my pastor. I usually avoid them like the plague, but it was my best chance of getting this particular book without having to order it.
And there they were. Big display near the entrance. Christian clothing, yikes! And what, in particular, draws my disgust but jeans. They mostly look like plain old denim jeans except in the details. The details on the back pockets. Yes, that is right, arty-looking crosses on the back pockets.
I'm guessing modesty isn't a concept familiar to the designer or the marketers, let alone the poor benighted folks who made the decision to carry these things in a "Christian" store. Now I don't know about you, but even if I had the shape I used to have, I wouldn't want folks staring at my ass.