I’ve decided that it has little historical or theological meaning. No. Gazing at my naked reflection in the mirror this morning as I stepped out of the shower, I realized there are much more important reasons for wearing the alb.
It covers a multitude of flubbery sins.
Things like: the extra cannoli I had at the office Christmas party. Or the second slice of pumpkin pie with whipped cream that I just had to have at Thanksgiving. It’s there to provide cover for the cookies and cupcakes they sold at the parish Christmas Fair. It’s there because of the slab of chocolate mousse I had for desert Christmas night, after that second helping of mashed potatoes.
Christmas comes but once a year. But a reminder of its aftermath greets me every morning. I may try showering in the dark.
If I could get away with wearing an alb to the office every day for the next month, I would.
Yes. This is why we wear albs.
And this is why God made treadmills.