A Small Reverie about a Red Neckerchief
The “Primitive Christianity Study Group” is—
a fictional organization.
I enjoy finding amusing ideas in my imagination
and then giving them concrete form.
“What if such a group existed?”
“Wouldn’t that be fun?”
I get excited all by myself, quietly pleased.
The height of self-indulgence, really.
Still, I thought:
perhaps someone, somewhere, might share this same feeling—
and so I started this blog,
hoping they might join in this little game.
This time, the daydream is about
a red neckerchief.
By chance, I saw an illustration in which animals were wearing something like red neckerchiefs, and it set my imagination in motion.
Strictly speaking, such cloths belong to chefs, I suppose.
I once wrote an article called “The Scarlet Cord.”
In ancient Jericho, Rahab the prostitute believed in Jehovah and let down a red cord from her window.
When the city was crushed by God’s power, only the section of the wall where Rahab lived remained standing, and only those gathered there survived.
From that association came this thought:
What if the members of the “Primitive Christianity Study Group” wore red neckerchiefs—as a sign of salvation—at meetings, conventions, and during evangelism?
Wouldn’t that be interesting?
Well, it needn’t be limited to neckerchiefs.
A red tie, a pocket square, a scarf, even a patch would do.
Something unexpected—“Oh! Here of all places?”—might be fun, too.
Each person could make their own design by hand and wear it.
When I was in upper elementary school, I belonged for a while to the Boy Scouts.
They would roll up their neckerchiefs, wrap them around their necks so that the small triangle hung down the back, and fasten them at the chest with a slide called a chief ring.
There were original neckerchiefs and rings, too, and I remember feeling quietly proud of them.
The young brothers and sisters of the “Primitive Christianity Study Group” might give handmade chief rings to the one they admire, as a way of confessing their feelings.
How nerve-racking.
Ah—but there would be heartbreak, too, I suppose.
Poor souls.
…It took me years to recover myself.
Matching neckerchiefs worn by an entire family—that would be nice as well.
Since, in our setting, the group began in England, it would be fun if there were family-tradition neckerchiefs incorporating tartan patterns.
Joke-loving grandpas would pull out red handkerchiefs from their pockets one after another, like a magic trick.
And the bright red Bible covers they raise at the podium during lectures might even bear little self-portraits of themselves.
Sounds like a fun group, doesn’t it?
Do join us—won’t you?
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