During my first year of ordained ministry, my church held a service of Advent Lessons & Carols. My boss told me to wear “choir dress,” which I earnestly hoped meant “the same thing as the choir.” I skulked down to the choir room, donned a spare set of robes that looked like about the right size, and returned upstairs.
My boss nodded and said, “Looks good. Just go get your tippet.”
Ever full of guile, I said, and I quote:
“What’s a tippet?” Continue reading