In which a priest I have never met guilts me into starching my shirt

Normally I starch and iron my clergy shirts. But today's shirt came out of the dryer looking just fine, so it doesn't need ironing.

No ironing, though, means no starch. Here I am on the Mountain, it's summer, I'm not on duty -- heck, most of the priests in the congregation at All Saints this morning won't even be in clericals at all -- so why I am about to get out the spray starch and iron that shirt?

I'll tell you why. It's because the Rev'd Scott Gunn explained in this post that all proper clergy wear stiff "Pontiff" collars, not floppy "Cleri-Cool" collars. No one told me this, and I am utterly dismayed that all of my collars are the improper ones. And here I thought I was doing so well by always wearing the full collar and not those tab things (which even I in my ignorance can recognize as an abomination before the Lord). Perhaps I had a vague idea that "stiff-necked" is never used in a complimentary sense in Holy Scripture.

In any event, if I can't have a sufficiently stiff collar, I can at least have a nice, crisp shirt.

"Who irons a shirt, as for thy laws,
Makes that and th'action fine."