Monday, September 1, 2014

A Tale of Two Churches


            On Sunday, August 4, I worshipped at Immanuel Baptist Church, Nashville, Tennessee, where I served as pastor for 30 years. This is an old church that is home to an educated congregation of academic, business, and professional people. Most worshippers dress in their Sunday best, including suits and ties, but some come in good casual clothes. I felt very much at home in the beautiful sanctuary with large windows on each side looking out on the green landscape of the upscale neighborhood of Belle Meade, hearing the wonderful Moller pipe organ played by Dr. Richard Shadinger, and listening to the 30 voice choir in their formal robes, led by Dr. Jerry Warren. As always, I admired the floral arrangements by Charles Businaro, a skilled and experienced decorator. The service was led by Pastor Steven Meriwether and Associate Pastor Tambi Swiney, both dressed in their black pulpit robes with gold stoles. Tambi delivered the sermon, telling about a group from the church who had just returned from a mission trip to Hatii. We sang hymns from our new Celebration Hymnals. We took communion together at the end, coming to the front to receive the bread and the cup. It was a true experience of worship.

            The next Sunday I was back at the First Baptist Church, Lorena, Texas, where I served as interim pastor for eight months. This is a small town twelve miles south of Waco, just beside I-35, where more than 100,000 cars and trucks pass by every day. It is also an old church, even older than Immanuel. It serves a small but growing community of good hard-working country people, a few educators and professional people, and a number of commuters who work in Waco. It is a lot closer to what most Baptist churches in the South and Southwest are like. The worship is what is called blended, that is, it combines a choir, familiar hymns, contemporary songs, a band with drums and guitars, a screen for projecting the words to the songs, a warm and friendly atmosphere, and frequent applause. A few worshippers and choir members raise their hands in praise as we sing and pray. No organ, no choir robes. Also, no suits and ties, except for the preacher, the music leader, and the pianist. This, too, is a true experience of worship. (For the record, neither church’s worship service is bringing in the crowds.)

            Immanuel Baptist, being a more academically oriented congregation, has a lot of members who ask questions and think outside the box. They are very much in the orthodox Christian tradition, but they could not pass a strict doctrinal test. They treasure the Bible and believe it, but they recognize that it needs interpretation and that some of its features are conditioned by historical and social circumstances that are not essential to the faith and cannot be directly applied today without some theological analysis. They support new seminaries that train ministers to think critically and interpret theologically. They ordain women as ministers and deacons and give them positions of leadership in the church.

            Folks at Lorena are more traditional, like most Texas Baptists. I started my ministry preaching to the dairy farmers in Jack County, Texas, and I was trained at a Texas Baptist college and a Southern Baptist seminary in Texas. I remember talking with a man at an associational meeting in Jacksboro one night in 1962. When I told him I was a seminary student, he said, “Well, the seminary ruins preachers.”

I understand what he meant. To let go of the literal interpretations and the simple, dogmatic answers opens us up to some dangers and struggles—some would say a slippery slope that will destroy us. Education can cut us off from ordinary people, who are most of the people. But some of us find that we have a stronger faith if we face the doubts and questions and come out on the other side. We also find that today’s complex world cannot be engaged with simple, dogmatic answers. A young person who has been taught not to trust science will have a hard time dealing with college, and a harder time living in our scientific age.

            Well, then, what have I been doing in a traditional Southern Baptist Church? The answer is that God has led me into intentional interim ministry in my retirement years. I came to the church as an outside consultant to guide them through an established process of self-study and planning in order to be ready to call a new pastor. I was not there to change their theology or their worship, although I did preach to them the Bible and basic Christian doctrine, and I worshipped with them gladly.

Moreover, they have ministered to me. I have found these people to be genuine, committed Christians who are as close or closer to God than I am. They study and know the Scriptures. Their Bible knowledge is impressive. They witness to the Gospel and help people come to faith in Christ. They believe in prayer, and they do more of it than a lot of Christians I know. Their worship is lively and fervent, and I am impressed at how well they join in congregational singing (unlike some contemporary churches I have visited, where the people just stand there and watch the praise team sing). Many of them practice tithing—a helpful by-product of taking the Bible literally. Also, though they may not put as much emphasis on education as my Nashville friends, they are just as smart. I have learned this year that truck drivers, carpenters, auto mechanics, and electricians are usually very intelligent. A lot of people who never went to college could easily have done so if they had chosen to or been able to when they left high school. They are also hard working and dedicated. The lay members of this church do the work, lots of it, and do it gladly. They don’t tell you “No,” like many over-committed upper-middle-class people do. They are also fun to be with. I have enjoyed lots of potluck meals and domino games. I have found the people of Lorena to be true friends, and I have come to love them a lot.

Serving the same church for thirty years can make you think the whole world is like that, but it’s not. Being in three different churches the past eight years has been a learning and growing experience for me. God wants, and the world needs, lots of different kinds of churches.

Monday, August 11, 2014

A Change of Plans


Peggy and I came to Waco, Texas, the first of January this year so I could serve as intentional interim pastor of the First Baptist Church of Lorena, a small town about twelve miles south of Waco on Interstate 35. This was my second interim position in Texas. I signed up for interim work there because our daughter and her family live in Waco, and Peggy has a lot of relatives in the state. We rented a small apartment in Waco and looked forward to spending a year or more with the people at Lorena. We planned to make short trips to Nashville every six weeks.

On the first trip back I went for my annual physical and found that my PSA (prostate specific antigen) had risen significantly, a possible indication of prostate cancer. It took several more trips to get more tests and a diagnosis. In May I went to my urologist for a biopsy and was told that I have a very aggressive type of cancer. Another visit in June led to a treatment plan and shot to suppress the hormones that feed this kind of cancer. There was no sign of metastasis in the bone scan or the CT scan but there is the possibility of some microscopic local spreading. This meant that surgery is not indicated, and the best approach is hormone therapy and external beam radiation. I began hormone therapy on June 6.

On July 29 I met with my radiation oncologist and began preparations for treatment to commence in late August and continue for nine weeks. This kind of treatment is not too hard on the patient, and I will be able to be active and feel reasonably well during the process. I currently have no pain or other symptoms and can function normally. I expect the treatment to be successful.

I am glad to live in a time when people are more open about cancer, but I still find that many do not know how to relate to the cancer patient. Cancer is still a scary word and a scary reality. There are many kinds and degrees of cancer. For some people it is a terminal illness. For many others it can be cured only by means of debilitating and painful treatment. Mine is not in those categories, so I don’t want people to be worried about me. On the other hand, it is potentially dangerous, so I do appreciate people being concerned and offering their prayers.

I will conclude my service at Lorena on August 17 and move back to Nashville. I greatly regret not finishing the work there, but they have found another experienced intentional interim minister in the area who can step in and pick up where I left off. The people in the church are very loving and supportive and we have enjoyed very much being with them. We are grateful that we will always have friends in Lorena. We have other friends and relatives in Texas whom we had hoped to visit during our stay and several side trips we wanted to take, but those will have to wait a while.