Saturday, April 21, 2007

Rewriting history?

We Baptist students here at Duke who have aligned themselves with the theological project of Curtis Freeman, Steve Harmon, Elizabeth Newman, Philip Thompson, and others consciously understand themselves as rejecting the two major alternatives in our tradition right now. On the one hand, we cannot return to the biblical foundationalism of inerrantists in the Southern Baptist Convention who appeal to Sola Scriptura yet practice an unacknowledged, ever-narrower tradition. On the other hand, we cannot continue in along the course of the moderates who stress freedom of the individual conscience and revision at all costs. One seeks to wall up the church in an imposing but claustrophobic fortress and the other would have it morph into a wandering morass of pilgrims going who knows where.

Neither aimless nor sheltered, the "third way" hopes to balance both steadfastness and openness. Perhaps the corresponding image would be for Baptists to see themselves as a village, neither constricted nor boundless. The village does its business in the commons where people gather for market, for debate, and for decision. It acknowledges and depends upon the history of its families and office-holders. Its identity is shaped both by its particular seasons, festivals, and traditions as well as the traditions, customs, and values of the wider people group to which it belongs.

Much of my metaphor, I hope, corresponds with the simultaneous retrievals of Baptist heritage and the broader Christian tradition that have been at play in the work of these "other Baptists." Our village of disciple-baptizers and covenant-makers can and should heed both the testimony of the forebears who rest in the cemetery and the insight of visitors from the neighboring towns. And so, listening and learning, many Baptists have striven for recovery of an authentic theology and practice for our times that is communal, sacramental, catholic in dissent, and even creedal.

Unfortunately, some of the natives in the other towns are up in arms, so it seems. They have picked up their pruning hooks and shovels and gnashed their teeth at our seeming impudence for not being the puckish little village that they could always write off. The third-way Baptists (or Duke Baptists, or catholic Baptists) must be rewriting history! They're so un-Baptist! Of course, they're gladly joined by a number of our neighbors in the same village too who either wish to guard their meagre little fences or who pride themselves in scorning much of what has made the village itself before.

And so I urge that back to the commons we should go. Unlock your gates, drop your blunt instruments, and walk with us to the meeting-place where we tell our stories and feast on the fruit of the land. Let us remember the settlers who founded this village and the leaders and artisans who shaped its common life. Remember now Balthasar Hubmaier, Menno Simons, Thomas Helwys, Thomas Grantham, and Charles Spurgeon. Let us see whether the village is as it always was or whether we have lost the vision and the hope of its early inhabitants. Let us see, then, if we can be better reconciled with our neighboring towns - but not, as some may claim, by merely copying what they foolishly claim is rightfully theirs and theirs only. Perhaps these villages may more fully understand themselves not to be isolated settlements, but the whole people of God sharing in the promises of his bountiful Land.

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Tuesday, April 17, 2007

Prayer for VA Tech

Lord, be merciful to Cho and forgive him for his violence.

Lord, teach us to see and to hold fellowship with those on the margins, those who are invisible, those who are neglected and ignored.

Lord, bring comfort to the hurting through the presence of the counseling Spirit.

Lord, break our hearts. Amen.

As Dean Sam Wells said today at the vigil service here at Duke, honoring this tragedy together reveals both the beauty of our common existence and the horrors that break our hearts. While for us this happens on one particular day, God's heart is broken every day. And that is the cost of love.

Sunday, April 08, 2007

Christos Anesti!

Alethos Anesti! A truly amazing Easter morning it is! I've been spending the week at my in-laws in Ft. Worth, TX with Christina (wife) and Lucy. It's been a wonderful experience. Christina's mom, Mary, runs the RCIA (Rite for Christian Initiation for Adults) for Children. She helps brings into the Church nearly 80 children (between the ages of 8-18) Catechumenates and Christian Candidates (both those entering for the first time and those entering fully into the Church by completing the Sacraments of Initiation) at the Easter Vigil. Her program has become so enormous that they've had to have all the children just receiving First Communion receive in May (those who missed the second grade prep for one reason or another). The Church last night was filled with the children and their sponsors. As the service started, in darkness, row after row of children and their sponsors filed in, filling nearly 20 pews. The other amazing part of the evening is the way in which this parish truly brings out the reality of the Church as Catholic. The area her parents live in is not predominantly Hispanic, yet the majority of the Catechumenates and Christian Candidates are Hispanic. So the service was interspersed with Spanish readings and music, and in the background you could hear all the little brothers and sisters fidgeting, talking, and crying (with a little help from Lucy too!). As each child was baptised, confirmed and received communion for the first time, their parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and all sorts of other extended family members gathered around to watch and take a picture or two. It was a truly joyous occasion in a church filled with light and love.

The Holy Spirit is working miracles through Mom. She literally goes to the highways and byways seeking out those who have shown an interest (even if only a small one), inviting them to join. And starting the journey with Mom is no small task. The children AND their parents are required to attend classes every other week for two hours (only missing one at most!). And they for the most part all come and stick through it, discovering what it means to follow Christ. Her classes are filled with prayer, puppet shows, praise, and stories. Her dedication stretches out well into most weeknight evening where she spends most of her waking hours dedicated to making the process better each week for the past fifteen years or so. You can see the love she brings to the children, not only in her lack of sleep and long hours, but in her voice, strong and glowing, last night as she called each child forward to receive the sacraments with a smile on her face. Last night was bitter sweet as well, for it was her last. Come June Mom will be retiring (a feat in itself). I and St. Peter's can only pray that the next person to carry the torch will be as dedicated and loving in her commitment to the children. Mom lives the saying "Let the children come" in a way that I have never experienced before. Mom is truly a living saint! A laborer in the Lord's vineyard.

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

Irregular Baptism!?

Last week, eight Duke Divinity students showed up in the darkened sanctuary of Watts Street Baptist Church for an abnormal ceremony. Filling the baptistery with water and changing into swimsuits, they stepped into the water two by two...and re-baptized each other. And not just once. Repeatedly. In the name of the Trinity! One guy was immersed at least nine times.

Broken baptismal practice? Hardly. As a matter of fact, it was a very appropriate baptismal practice. For, you see, it was....well, baptism practice. Under Dr. Freeman's leadership several of us future pastors had the opportunity to hone our skills. Actually, it would be more accurate to say we were given the opportunity to create them in the first place. Like good divinity students, we pondered the theological ramifications of our practice session. Should we “baptize” in the name of the Trinity? Or should we do it in the name of Snap, Crackle, and Pop? We decided in favor of the three friends we admire most because the “baptism” was not performed based upon a new profession of faith and with the intention of the church in the sacrament of baptism. However, given that we live on this side of the eschaton, we cannot speak with certitude and there remains the possibility that we shall be smitten (smited, smoted, smoten?) for offering “strange fire upon the altar.” Perhaps in that case, like a traditional candidate for Presbyterian ministry, we could just say we're willing to be damned for the glory of God. Damn – and all that for earning some style points for ministry!

Seriously, though, I appreciate Dr. Freeman's intentional (oh, that Duke Divinity word!) formation of future Baptist clergy for the practices of ordained ministry. In the Free Church class last fall, our midterm was a paper in which we planned an imaginary discipleship class lesson to explain Baptist distinctive to church members. Our final was a heavily-footnoted baptismal liturgy. Although I believe Duke holds much stronger connections with both individual churches and the church universal in its confessional tradition, even in this place where nearly three-fourths of the graduates will enter congregational ministry the emphasis in courses scheduled and academic work assigned within those courses falls heavily in favor of second-order theological reflection. However, as baptist systematic theologian Jim McClendon has reminded us, doctrine is first and foremost a first-order practice and theological reflection is dependent upon the narrated practice of the church. A casual, jokey baptism practice late one Thursday afternoon called eight young Baptists to remember that the discourse of Christian theology begins, and only makes sense, in the tangible and lived experience of congregations living, and calling others into, the faith that calls us to die and rise in the water.

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