Beau comme un camion, again


You don't have no robe? You mean the Protestant pastors in Britain don't wear a robe?


Well it's a good job Sammy and I are about the same dap, and that he left his robe behind the office door. It still took about 10 minutes and two strong men (an ex-seminarian and a candidate for the magistrature) to figure out how to attach the tabs.


Here is a picture of the kind of thing:

Comments

Anonymous said…
Sorry Alan, I don't understand. What did you need a robe for? Why haven't we got apicture of you wearing it?
9:11 am
Alan said…
The robe is for the funeral. Here in France the "dress code" is generally smart casual. For example, people seldom wear ties. I haven't worn a tie now for almost 2 years.

However, for weddings and funerals whereas pastors in Wales would normally get out their best suit, here the pastor wears a robe. It's big and black. Like the Doctor Martin Lloyd-Jones preaching robe kind of thing.

Our sister preferred that pastors wear their robe, so tomorrow I shall be robed. But not photographed.
9:17 am
Jon said…
Wow...
12:26 pm
Alan said…
Yes. My thoughts entirely.

There are various things in France that are unthinkable and inevitable, like kissing the blokes at church, and wearing a robe.

Since it is inevitable I will do it with all my heart, and since it is unthinkable I will put it out of my mind.
1:08 pm
Anonymous said…
When I was a student in Aber, I stayed for two years in Plynlimmon Hall on the front. All students had to wear a black gown for Sunday dinner, or you went without dinner. I suppose such a principle of expediency is in order here!
3:22 pm
minternational said…
Is that your chin these days? Looks like it's going bald.....
9:49 am
Alan said…
No. That's a lawyer I found in our local paper.
6:44 pm
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