Pastor at Fancy Church Questions Cowboy’s Clothing – He Has the Perfect Response

Sometimes Christians seem to forget what the true meaning of church is.

Now, a hilarious story is going viral that serves as a reminder that church is not about fancy clothes and is instead solely about giving thanks to God.

An older cowboy walked into a church one Sunday morning that was located in a wealthy part of town.

Though his clothes were clean, he was wearing jeans, a denim shirt and boots that were all tattered up. He was also carrying an old cowboy hat and a very worn out bible.

The wealthy congregants of the church were all dressed in their finest outfits, and they stared at the cowboy with judgmental glares when he walked into the sanctuary.

Nobody would even greet him, and when he sat down, those next to him moved away from him to other seats.

They made no attempt to hide the fact that they were completely appalled by his appearance.

After the sermon, the pastor walked up to the cowboy and said, “Before you come back in here again, have a talk with God and ask him what he thinks would be appropriate attire for worship.”

The cowboy assured the minister that he would, but the next Sunday, he once again showed up in the same ragged jeans, shirt, boots and hat.

The congregants all ignored him for the second week in a row, and after the service, the pastor approached him again.

“I thought I asked you to speak to God before you came back to our church,” the preacher said.

“I did,” replied the old cowboy.

“If you spoke to God, what did he tell you proper attire should be for worshipping in here?” asked the pastor.

“Well, sir, God told me that He didn’t have a clue what I should wear. He said He’d never been in here before,” the cowboy responded.

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