Sunday, August 26, 2007

Sometimes we get it right...

A good Baptist church is hard to find. Well, at least it is when one's understanding of, and desire for, the Baptist tradition generates firm disagreement with both of the highly visible “poles” that characterize the North American scene. Here in the Triangle area, at least in my experience so far, the available options have tended to be either a) the Democratic Party at prayer or b) unreflective evangelicalism-fundamentalism. If a church has earnestly incorporated elements of the broad liturgical tradition then it has done so in order to provide window dressing for its revisionist liberalism. Or if a church has seriously committed itself to evangelism and missions it has underwritten them by way of a soteriology that lacks true Gospel holism.

Today four of us attended Greenwood Forest Baptist Church in Cary, which was about a twenty minute drive from my house in Durham. The ministry staff must have been tipped off that we were coming because they pulled out all the stops – the service featured the baptisms of four teenagers as well as communion. We arrived on time to the church's delicately beautiful and thoroughly packed sanctuary and took note of the simple wooden lines running throughout the apse (if you can assign that traditional name to the “stage” in this church) and the white parament adorning the communion table. We scanned the bulletin and then wondered and prayed over the corporate worship near at hand.

And from beginning to end I was most pleased with the thought and devotion that went into the service. The baptismal service was the richest and fullest of any I had seen in a Baptist church and hit all the right elements that one would expect from a robust baptismal theology liturgically applied. The congregation was called to declare in unison that baptism is the covenant signature of a community that spans the centuries. As theologians and liturgical scholars have repeatedly noted, every new baptism should be the occasion for the entire church body to redeclare and renew baptismal vows made in the past, and we did just that in the call to worship. The pastor introduced the candidates with the reverence that signifies consciousness of the Spirit's presence and the ritual that signifies somebody must have read a little Hippolytus along the way. Drawing upon the complex of symbols that have been incorporated into baptismal celebrations throughout church history, the pastor placed salt on each candidate's shoulder and gave each a baptism candle, liturgically embodying the declaration Jesus makes concerning his followers in Matthew 5. The congregation verbally affirmed each candidate when he or she arose from the waters, offering welcome and rejoicing that God's Spirit has been present and active.

After an engaging sermon (er..”communion meditation” as it was called in this service) on Psalm 119 the pastor, Randy Sherron, directed the church into a service of the table. Here my praise may be quieter because I cannot bring myself to embrace communion incarnated as crackers and shots of grape juice. But recognizing where my tradition is in its Eucharistic practice, I do embrace the adage that “beggars can't be choosers.” So while I would prefer real bread and a congregational pilgrimage to the table I can still say that this Lord's Supper was served with attentiveness and reflection.

Another highly enjoyable and striking feature of Greenwood Forest was the strong presence of female leadership. Two of the clergy on staff are women and the majority of deacons on duty today were women. Meanwhile, two women were given direct responsibility for the distribution of the elements while Randy offered spiritual exhortation.

Of course there is much that still needs to be learned about this congregation. We were greeted very warmly after the service and Kelly and I intend to visit again. But it will be most helpful to experience other aspects of the community's life together, particularly education/formation and mission/outreach. Nevertheless this was the most theologically rich and spiritually sensitive service in a Baptist church that I have seen in some time. I do hope to share in more Sundays like this in the future!

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Sunday, August 12, 2007

Hello, Goodbye

The work load at Koinonia has been steady if not terribly creative as of late. The very interesting projects at the beginning have given way to very methodical and monotonous – although no doubt necessary – tasks. The two main maintenance operations have been a new paint job on the exterior of one of the campus houses and some cleaning and painting in one of the pecan plants so that it will pass the health inspection. On occasion I have also ventured out onto the land for soil samples and the sawing and clearing away of fallen pecan branches.

Perhaps the most interesting work has been in helping Sanders and other members of the “Peace Action Team,” which is really an entity independent of Koinonia and includes such members of the broader community as Matt, the local Mennonite pastor, and John, the director of Prison and Jail Project. The main effort of PAT has been focused on getting the local high school to comply with federal regulations concerning personal student information and military recruiter access. The “No Child Left Behind” Act stipulates that schools must turn over contact information for students upon request – that includes everything from home phone numbers to class schedules. However, another government act stipulates that schools must inform parents of this access and provide the opportunity to opt out should they or their children want their information to remain private. Most parents are probably not aware of the level of access and most schools are probably not aware that they are required to present the choice to parents. The Americus-Sumter Country High School certainly wasn't aware. Sanders met with the principal, a 16-year military veteran, who immediately decided to put “opt out” forms in the student handbook and who has been very willing to make clear to parents and students their right to privacy. We are thankful that the principal has not responded with grumbling or resistance. We were also invited to have a presence at the school's open house and hand out information about recruiters in schools and privacy rights. Long after I leave Koinonia, meanwhile, the Peace Action Team will expand its work through offering a peace scholarship to students, holding military recruiters accountable in their work (like any sales pitch, recruitment materials don't tell the whole story), and encouraging students to explore alternative options to military service if they (quite rightly) are hesitant about being trained to kill.

But of course all work and no play makes Chris a very dull boy. Movie viewings remain the number one leisure activity of choice, and several of us have become addicted to a BBC miniseries adaptation of the Charles Dickens novel “Bleak House.” The final set of episodes from Netflix is supposed to arrive in the next couple of days so that we can complete our Victorian adventure before Beth and I depart. But we have also celebrated life together in more exuberant ways, like Jo's birthday party last week in which we dressed up, hobnobbed in very classy style...and then danced to reggae music!

Emotionally and spiritually, the parallel processes of saying hello and goodbye have become increasingly significant. After a summer apart Kelly and I worked through the joyous difficulty of reconnecting when she visited me at Koinonia last week. This coming Friday I will have the privilege of officiating the wedding of one of my college friends, Jared. For a few short days the LC gang will run through the complete cycle from hello to goodbye – or at least to “see you later” until the next wedding brings us together. But before I can get to Atlanta this weekend I must say goodbye to the life I have known this summer – the trees, the heat, the work, the people. I can already feel myself moving away – I guess something in me helps me to make gradual shifts so that I'm not caught off guard when it all comes to an end. But I don't quite know just yet what Koinonia will mean to me as I leave this place and after I'm looking back through time and distance. But I know that it has been good to be here, and surely God has readied the steps where my foot will tread next.

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