Sermon for the Soul: “Same Suit, Different Soul”

Sermon for the Soul: “Same Suit, Different Soul”

A Message from a Natural Faith Healer on the Language of Style, Self, and Freedom

Peace to you, sisters and brothers of the living Earth.

Today I want to speak to you not just from spirit, but from the subtle, sacred rituals we perform every single day… even when we’re just getting dressed.

Let us consider this:

A man wakes up. He puts on his pants, a shirt, maybe a tie. A jacket. Shoes that look like every other man’s shoes in his office. And that’s it. The colors don’t change much. The style rarely shifts. And he doesn't mind—he may even feel at peace in that sameness. His routine is functional, efficient. He’s not worried if someone else walks in wearing the same outfit. That’s not even on his radar. The morning is about what he has to do—not about how he wants to feel doing it.

But now, let’s turn our gaze to the women of the world.

For us, the morning is a brushstroke on the canvas of our day.

We rise and ask, How do I feel?

We ask, What mood am I in?

And we don’t just choose clothes—we curate. We create.

From head to toe, we are color-matching, shape-balancing, layering textures and tones.

We design our hair, our makeup, our jewelry—tiny acts of soul-alchemy.

We present not just a body to the world—but a feeling. A message. A vibration.

And let’s be honest: if we show up wearing the same outfit as another woman?

It’s not a passing moment—it’s a moment of pause.

Because for us, individuality is an energy we’ve always been called to protect.

Not out of vanity. Out of identity.

Now here’s the truth that not everyone speaks:

We didn’t even realize how differently men and women see the world until the LGBTQ2+ community began speaking openly about style, identity, and self-expression.

When the spectrum widened, so did our awareness. And we began to see what was hidden in plain sight:

Straight men—many of them—have lived entire lives comfortable in the common.

In the regular. In the standardized.

But for the rest of us?

The ones who walk this earth craving freedom of form and beauty of being—

That sameness doesn’t feel like peace.

It feels like silence.

Like erasure.

We began to ask:

How can we be led—how can we be governed—by people who don’t see the power in difference?

How can those who are content with “same old, same old” possibly understand the needs of those who aren’t?

This isn’t a complaint. This is a call for clarity.

The truth is: we are not all wired the same.

We don’t all thrive in routine.

We don’t all want to live a life that looks like someone else’s.

And that’s not a problem to be solved.

That’s a truth to be honored.

So let us speak plainly today:

Your personal peace doesn’t have to look like mine.

Your sense of comfort doesn’t make mine less valid.

And just because you feel free in a gray suit and black shoes, doesn’t mean I’ll find freedom there too.

We must stop labeling each other through the lens of dominance, control, and conformity.

We must stop believing that those who are loudest—or most like the mold—are the most fit to lead.

And we must begin to ask:

How do we build a world where difference is not just tolerated—but needed?

Where leadership includes the flair, the fashion, the feeling of those who express their soul in colors, in curls, in charisma?

So I bless you today to be exactly who you are.

Whether you are bold or blended, standard or strange, minimalist or magnificent.

Your light was never meant to match anyone else’s.

Your truth is your own design.

And your right to express it is sacred.

So walk boldly, drape yourself in the divine, and let no one tell you that sameness is the standard of peace.

Because peace, dear hearts, comes not from conformity—

But from being seen… and still safe.

And that is the natural faith we need now.

Peace be with you. And may your colors always reflect your soul.