Kristin, 
Again you have struck a resounding chord with your diverse and thoughful readers. Great job. 

Growing up a Preacher's Kid, missing church was not really possible. We practically lived there. Wearing skirts was also a given. 

My family now belongs to a very young church in Tulsa and we are nearly its oldest members (and not quite 40 yet). This youthful church is prone to a relaxed dress code which is difficult for a Presbyterian at heart girl. When I put on shorts and flip flops and head in there, I know my dad would roll his eyes and say, "Jennifer," in just that tone. 

But again, it's not about the building. It's not about the day, time or place. It's not even always about with whom you are. It is making time for an important relationship and letting it grow. Wherever you are, and whatever you wear. 

Peace