By their clothes they are judged

Waking to the office from the train station this morning and passed by the shops, and saw a faint reflection of myself from the glass windows and doors. I couldn't help but recall what I was told a while ago by a male friend I newly made, "Yeah, I thought that was the kind of person you are, because of your glasses and what you wear."

In that case, I thought this morning as I waited for the traffic light outside Brisbane square, "If I wore righteousness on top of faith as an outer coat today, will people recognise that I'm aa child of God, soon to reign over the angels and all of creation with Him?"