We had a friend round one evening last week and I asked her what the local community thought of the church. She said:
it seems much friendlier since you arrived because you are like one of us. You don’t wear a dog collar.
I am sold out on cultural immersion as the only way to make the love of Christ in his death for sinners like me relevant to others. We are to become all things to all people for the sake of the gospel (1 Corinthians 9:22), making spiritual friends and sharing the gospel by example and natural conversation (1 Thess 2:8). I can’t do that when I’ve a piece of ridiculous looking white plastic tucked into my collar.