Friday, May 27, 2022

The Great Migration

             There’s a joke about a guy stranded all alone on a desert island who finally is rescued.  The people who found him noticed there were three grass huts on the island.  When they asked about the huts, the rescued man pointed to one and said, “That’s my house.”  Then he pointed to the next one and said, “That’s where I go to church.”  After a moment of silence, the rescuers asked, “And what about the third hut?”  The man replied, “That’s the church I used to go to.”

            Over the years of my work as a pastor there were a few folks who came looking for a new church.  “Do you preach the prophecy here?”  “What does your church do about homosexuals?”  “What do you believe at this church?”  “Does your church teach that the Bible is the inerrant, literal Word of God?” “Do you believe in the Virgin Birth?”  Some actually began attending whichever church it was at the time. Most did not, however, based on my responses.

            The June issue of The Atlantic contains an article about a “war” within evangelical circles over current political and cultural issues addressed in churches:  How Politics Poisoned the Church.  The article focuses on evangelical congregations, with little mention of mainline Protestant churches, and at times frames the issue as being reflective of “the Church” as a whole.  That makes me cringe a bit, but there are many instances of the same affliction among churches on a broad scale.

            The article highlights how a great number of church-goers move from churches they attend for a long time to different ones when issues like gun control, homosexuality, abortion, race relations, and other hot button issues are dealt with by the pastors and other congregational leaders.

            One of the pastors profiled in the article spends time in worship on what he calls “diatribes,” and gives over a few minutes prior to his sermon to rant about whatever wild hair is creeping up his backside over some of these issues.  His congregation grew when he started making his statements, many of which are based on conspiracy theories, misinformation, and just downright lies.  The writer of the article points out cases where the diatribes of this pastor, as well as hard-boiled stances of others, directly conflict with scripture.  But, tell the people what they want to hear and they will come.

            All of this, of course, picked up a lot of steam in the years since the immediately prior president was elected.  One of the tragedies of this situation is that many people are hunting for a god to worship that is of their own making and that confirms their outlook and biases.

            Mainline denominations have by and large been in decline for decades, and it has to do with similar realities.  Currently, the United Methodist church faces becoming un-united over the issue of the ordination of LGBTQ persons.  There are factions within Presbyterians, Baptists, Disciples and others.  There are more and more “independent” churches that formerly affiliated with a denomination but withdrew over such disagreements.

            Meanwhile, our society experiences an ever-widening gap between the haves and the have-nots; people struggle with food insecurity and low wages in dead-end jobs; hatred of the “other” is blatant and vicious; guns outnumber the population and gun violence is for far too many the preferred means of conflict resolution and venting personal frustrations; political differences of opinion are knock-down drag-out battles in which power and control are sought at all costs; and honesty, integrity, and compassion are considered weaknesses.  It goes on from there.

            Prophets have long been scorned, and even put to death, for wrestling with and trying to tell the truth.  Worship, prayer, meditation, scripture reading, and other spiritual disciples actually have the purpose of trying to understand the heart of God in order that God’s beloved children might come to know and embrace the abundant life God intends for all of humanity, yes, even all of Creation.

            It’s all about God’s love and desire for that love to be shared by everyone rather than appropriating God’s name to serve personal interests and one’s own glorification.

            Someone related an incident that occurred during the height of the Civil Rights era.  A man and his dutiful wife attended a worship service at a different congregation after leaving their usual church over racial justice issues.  Unfortunately for them the sermon that day made application of the gospel to contentions over race and human freedom.  On the way out the door following worship, the man confronted the preacher saying, “We just left a church for preaching that same nonsense you spouted!”

            The preacher looked at him for a moment and said, “Well, I guess you’re running out of places to hide.” 

Monday, May 16, 2022

50 Years!

 

            Sometime in June of 1972 I graduated from Annandale High School.  The school was “Inside the Beltway,” just a handful of miles from Washington, DC in the Virginia suburbs.  At the time, there were some 2,500 students attending the school, probably 99% Caucasian.  High achievement was expected, practically everyone graduated, and almost as many were college-bound.

            A Baccalaureate Service was held at the National Cathedral in Washington prior to the commencement ceremony, which took place at the Wolf Trap performing arts center.  I have no recollection of the ceremony, the keynote speaker, or anything else related to it, except probably tapping my foot waiting for it to end.  Wolf Trap burned down shortly thereafter, but soon was rebuilt.

            In the half-century since that more-than-likely steamy night, I have had some form of occasional interaction with maybe 8 to 10 of my 600+ classmates.  Anything close to regular contact has been limited to just a couple of them, and there were decades of no contact even with them.   Only in very recent years has the frequency increased.

            There is a class website which I joined out of curiosity. Looking at the “Now” photos of those who dare to post them, I would never recognize almost all of those people if I were to encounter them.  A number of the names are somewhat familiar, but so many of the others have slipped from memory.  I have not attended any class reunions held in the past.  According to the website, the big 50 YEAR REUNION! will be held in October.  They will have to get along without me.

            My experience at the school was pleasant enough, and I had fun with my friends.  I was in the Symphonic Band, played on the baseball team, and was the manager of the school store for a couple of years.  I attended some of the school dances, went to football games when I was in the marching band, and sometimes watched basketball games.  I was close to a couple of teachers and received encouragement from a few others.  Most of my teachers now are deceased, as are some of my classmates, and I only recall returning to the campus to baseball practice a time or two when I was home from college, playing in summer league games that were on the school field, and attending a ceremony to dedicate and name the baseball field in memory of my coach.

            I have nothing against the school or my classmates.  It just isn’t part of my life anymore.  So much has happened since then, I have lived in numerous locations and become acquainted with countless other people.

            Fifty years is a long time. Laying out hundreds of dollars and driving for several hours in order to spend time with strangers does not hold any appeal to me.  For those who have stayed in the area, and/or kept in touch with the school and classmates, and choose to attend, however, I say, “Have fun.” 

Maybe I’ll show up for the 75th reunion…