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but it ain't for free A sermon on J acob's cheat and the aftermath thereupon I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but in the past year or so, I’ve really stepped up my Sunday morning fashion game. It was one of those COVID hobbies, I suppose. It began with a COVID sale. And since then, my Sunday attire has consisted almost exclusively of slacks and a formal cleric. Complete with cufflinks . And even an occasional bespoke blazer to set the whole ensemble off. Now, I’m not exactly sure where this desire to dress up came from. Maybe it was an attempt to interject a little show into these pared- down services. Maybe it was because I was feeling a little older and thought I might as well dress like it. Or maybe it was because everything else felt out of control, and my attire was one thing I did have some power over. Whatever the exact nature of the cause was, though, I can’t help but notice how my fashion choices were never just about my fashion choices! And I’m not...