
Amice: (n) a cap, hood or white linen cloth worn on the neck and shoulders by a priest or member of other religious orders.
Always willing to admit my ignorance, I had absolutely no idea what this word was, nor do I still have much of a vision for the garment described
But I am certainly aware of the inclination of those who wish to express their position, authority, superiority or uniqueness by the type of cloth they use to adorn their bodies.
I guess it’s just a part of being human.
But I must be honest–at times it seems inhuman or unkind, to separate oneself off from others by blaring a fashion statement.
Case in point: I don’t have anything personally against the Amish nor their ilk, but I find it a bit aggravating that secretly, somewhere deep in their souls, they sense a moral and spiritual upliftedness by dressing “plain,” and proving that in so doing, God is smiling more on them than on my sweatpants.
It does not take very long to travel through the Good Book to see that Jesus was quite aggravated himself by the religions leaders, who adorned themselves in elaborate robing to demonstrate their position and heavenly placement.
On the other hand, I suppose it’s essential that military service personnel wear uniforms, to create–well, uniformity. (Yet, when we really are being intelligent in wartime situations, we have our soldiers infiltrate the local populace by dressing normally. It increases the possibility for victory via subterfuge.)
I’ve had ministers tell me that wearing a collar when walking down the halls of a hospital makes it easier for the patients to identify someone who could bring spiritual solace.
As always, for every objection you can make in life, there is someone who can hatch a story to egg you on, to defend why things are the way they are.
But for the record, you will probably never see me wear an amice.
First of all, I don’t look good in hoods. I was raised to believe this is a slang term for “criminal”
Also, if the best shot I have at impressing the world around me of my prowess is to wear a particular doo-dad or a dud, in order to be the cool dude …then I think I would rather blend into the simply-clad masses.