The “Endy” Plan: Critique Part 2

Rebuilding Our Burned Down Home

Dear Lovers Lane Family,

As we respond to the Special Called Session of General Conference, I want to invite you to participate in several upcoming events.  As we have already stated through social media, LLUMC remains committed to our mission of “Loving ALL people into relationship with Jesus Christ.” We are the same church today as we were before the gathering in St. Louis. Additionally, our North Texas Conference and Bishop McKee share our commitment to making room at the Table for ALL. (See more of my thoughts below).

We need each other now more than ever. For many weeks, we have been planning to gather in one combined worship on this Sunday, March 3, at 10:30 a.m. in the Sanctuary. We will join together in body and spirit as an eclectic mix of God’s children, and through uniting around the Cross and Gospel of Christ, we can remember that God’s mission for our church is bigger than a meeting in St. Louis. We will begin a season of celebrating all that God has been doing through LLUMC for 75 years, and we will begin dreaming together what God has in store in the next 75. I can’t wait to see you there this Sunday.

I also want to invite you to a Town Hall meeting with me and some of our pastors, to talk about General Conference and to share our further thoughts.  Please join us at 6:00 p.m. in Asbury Hall on Sunday, March 3rd.  This is a time for questions and discussion.  

You’re also invited to join us for a Night of Prayer and Worship tonight, Thursday, February 28th at 7:00 p.m. in Shipp Chapel.  

You are loved,
Stan


REBUILDING OUR BURNED DOWN HOME

It’s the day after the monumental “fiery”decision by United Methodist delegates in St. Louis at the General Conference to adopt the Traditional Plan. The Traditional Plan retains the current language regarding our United Methodist Church and inclusion of LGBTQ persons and has built in punitive measures for those who disobey the Book of Discipline mandates. The mandates are largely about clergy performing same-sex weddings on church property and bishops ordaining gay and lesbian people. In the US, a strong majority of delegates did NOT support this plan, but the vast majority of our global sisters and brothers did, and by a margin of 25 votes it passed. And the “United Methodist Church connectional home, as we knew it, burned to the ground”, as a clergy friend of mine described it.

For those of us who hoped to have the One Church Plan adopted, a plan that a decisive majority of our Bishops supported and a Commission on a Way Forward proposed, it is a disappointment to say the least. This plan did away with the “negative” language regarding LGBTQ inclusion that we have been arguing about since 1972 when we started adding language to the Discipline.

Whereas the One Church Plan did not force any church, or clergy member, or bishop to do anything against convictions, it named the reality that we have different mission fields in our 12.7 million member global denomination and different approaches of ministry. It gave freedom in the United States to churches and Conferences to address these matters of inclusion as they saw fit and did NOT force any of our global United Methodists to change anything regarding their practices. Those of us who supported the plan so hoped that we could acknowledge the reality of our “large tent” denomination with great cultural, theological, and congregational differences and we would agree that granting more local autonomy would be something a majority of us could accept.

The One Church Plan did NOT satisfy the most traditional delegates who could not accept being in a denomination where some churches, clergy and bishops in some parts of the connection would follow their convictions allowing different practices. The One Church Plan did not completely satisfy the most progressive delegates, though most of them supported it (some reluctantly), because it did not force all churches to see LGBTQ inclusion as more of a justice matter that we should ALL embrace. The One Church Plan reached out to the wide center of our church in hopes that we could see that “a one-sized missional approach does NOT fit all” and we are better equipped to make these prayerful decisions about practice in our local congregations.

At the end of the day, our work was political and the more conservative, and much better staffed and funded coalition i.e. Good News, Wesley Covenant Association, The Confessing Movement, and Institute on Religion and Democracy, who have been at this work for decades won the day. They secured a solid “block vote” of largely African Conference delegates. This has been their successful strategy for years and it again has proven to be nearly impenetrable. The politics is as hardcore as it comes and before we say that politics has NO place in the church the reality is that this is the way General Conference operates.

Very few come to General Conference without having been lobbied by one side or the other, and without having their minds made up and their hearts set, but the Holy Spirit still moves among all of us. There were moments, if we let ourselves go there, where the Holy Spirit was undeniably reminding us of what we have together. Our hymns and choruses, our Wesleyan theological center, our sacramental worship, our love for all people is a lot.

My belief is that no one should really succumb to a belief that any of our United Methodist groups are without love. Perhaps our “understanding” is at greatly different places, but the love of Christ that loves through us and beyond us, is perfect and we pray for it to be perfected in us. To the outsiders and to some insiders, this can appear to be actions of “non-love” on the part of the “right” for LGBTQ and “non-love” on the part of the “left” for those who seem to be hardened in their strongly, held, convictions. I did not see the convention hall break out into celebrating by the “winners”, and I did see “losers” having their tears dried by someone who voted differently, (of course there’s always a few less gracious). We left St. Louis in the in the quiet, stilled, spirit of recognizing that we are ultimately broken.

One of my new convictions is that it is naive to believe that we could be a United Methodist Church of the large tent, sing Oh For A Thousand Tongues to Sing, accept our diversity, grant some local autonomy and be a transformative agent in a world of divisions. Whereas this reality saddens me, it does not defeat my spirit of being a great Wesleyan expression of God’s prevenient, justifying and sanctifying grace with a heart bent toward those in need. I still believe in living out vision of “making disciples of Jesus and transforming the world” is God breathed. Though it looks like the world has transformed us to be a people of division, the Author of Division, which is not flesh and blood but powers and principalities, never gets the last word.

If in fact, General Conference burned down the United Methodist connection as we know it and it will never be the same, what are we to do? The question is whether or not the fire was hot enough to damage our foundation beyond repair and just needs to be razed, or can we build on what is left? I still may be naive, but I pray and hope that the power brokers of US United Methodist politics will see that what we were trying to create through either the One Church or the Traditional Plans is not our way forward. If there is to be a United Methodist connection we do not see it yet. It is certainly NOT the Traditional Plan, which is likely still unconstitutional, too punitive, and unenforceable. It will only increase the volume of our discontent and will spawn disobedience like we have never seen even before 2020 when we meet again. I do believe even those who fought so hard for its passage, recognize its fatal flaws regarding our connection.

Where do we go from here? I am going to follow my Bishop Mike McKee’s example. I was with a pastor friend last night in St. Louis who had hosted our Bishop McKee in his home recently. My clergy friend has a gay son and our Bishop met him. My fellow United Methodist pastor friend said, “And on the stage of General Conference on Tuesday when the vote to accept the Traditional Plan was taken our Bishop Mike McKee texted the young man to comfort him. He didn’t have to do that but wow, what a statement that made to my kid. And me, my wife and our family.” And knowing how we preachers are, I bet it makes it to a sermon or two on Sunday. We have to ALL keep loving and keep allowing the Holy Spirit to lead us to love with an “I might be wrong” bold admission. I have reached out to power brokers with whom I have had disagreements and colleagues with whom I have been less than loving and extended the hand of Christian fellowship.

As the ashes of our connection are still smoldering and warm, I pray that we will give up, and let God take us to a new place with as many of us—United Methodist sisters and brothers as possible—as we dare to envision a new United Methodist church. The foundation of this new church will have a long, wide table that the Lord has set, and we will invite the world to join us there. We will grow like never before as we sing, “He breaks power of cancelled sin, he sets the prisoner free, his blood can make the foulest clean, his blood availed for me.”

To Lovers Lane United Methodist Church: your pastor is back with a word of hope to share and I’m not empty of tears to cry with you who are most broken. We will continue to be God’s great mosaic of people of different hues and cultures, LGBTQ and straight, recovering, and those still being perfected. Remember Lovers Lane “we were born to be up a tree and out on a limb.” Won’t you cry with your pastor, and when we have wept enough, we will pull ourselves together and dry our tears. We will stand to our feet, roll up our sleeves, climb the tree, get out on that limb and rebuild our denomination. You, Lovers Lane, are an example of our hope. I am most blessed to be your pastor.

For more thoughts from Pastor Stan visit: facebook.com/pastorstan59

A Response to Las Vegas

The ONE Concert was a beautiful celebration Sunday evening of World Communion. We, at Lovers Lane, were called together by the Crosswalk Worship community and led by our Modern Worship Band.

From its beginning days 16 years ago, Crosswalk has been about bringing ALL people together, and that spirit has grown into our mission of “Loving All people into relationship with Jesus Christ”. Cosmopolitan Church, Real Hope Church, our own Zimbabwean and Deaf Fellowships, along with our Modern Worship Band, led us to the Lord’s Table, which was beautifully set for all of us. The bread and wine were lifted up and called us through the Lord’s Prayer to the Table. We were black and white, young and old, Baptist and Methodists, gay and straight, seekers and believers; and Jesus set the Table.

The music took us to a level of worship that was so filled with the Spirit, so full of love. From the luring of the horn to the rhythm of the drums, from the beat of the bass to the strum of the guitars, we were drawn in close to the Lord’s Table and to one another. The voices of choral groups and the band, the signing of grace by our Deaf members and the sign choir, all lifted our hearts to experience being ONE in Christ. We were all hungry for unity, for walls to come down, for hugs to go out, and for the taste of God’s Love in the sweetness of the wine and bread. And we were fed. No one went away hungry. I kept hearing the words of the Psalmist ringing in my ear, “Taste and see that the Lord is good; oh the joys of those who take refuge in Him.” Ps. 34:8

In the waning hours of World Communion Sunday night, another act of insane, indiscriminate gun-violence in our land rained down death and injury. How can anyone reach a point in life to desire to bring about so much death? How can we, the church, rest, when so much transforming is needed? For those who would say it was God’s will, or in some way this act fit into God’s purpose, I would say, “Not my God’s will or purpose.”

My God cried, as people died, some even while saving others. My God loved us enough to give us freedom to make choices but shuddered again Sunday night at the capacity that His creation has to embrace so much evil and destruction. God stood Sunday night as Light, brighter than the billion lights of the city, ready to illumine the darkness, and on guard to redeem the worst of circumstances. My God, who is good all the time, will raise the dead to new life and heal the broken hearted.

God can move us to the place to stand for right and good, love, and peace and the work of being peacemakers. We never know when we stand next to one filled with so much hate that she, or he, would take life from a sister or brother. We often stand by those broken and wounded in spirit. This reality makes so important our work of singing about God’s love and amazing grace. It makes essential our getting beyond who people are and where they come from to say, “You are welcome at this table. Our God invites us all, and turns no one away.” Christ’s Body and Blood were shed as an act of unconditional love that has the power to change us and make us new. Is there any doubt about this good news needing to be heard by many?

As our hearts break for others, may we take refuge in “tasting and seeing that the Lord is good…” Let us pray for our sisters and brothers of Las Vegas and across this country, who grieve and are weeping. May we be reminders of God’s love and proclaimers that “Joy comes in the morning.”

I Shall Not Want

Dear Lovers Lane Family,

Last Month, Tammy and I had the joy of our daughter, Emily’s, wedding, which was all we hoped it would be and more. Seeing my daughter for the first time in her wedding dress in our Sanctuary was one of the most joyous experiences of my life. Walking her down the aisle of the Shipp Chapel and joining her hand to Jonathan “JB” Bryant’s hand in marriage was amazingly surreal. We are so proud of them and count ourselves as most blessed by God who made us in the image of his love and sanctified the gift of marriage.

Behind the scenes for 20 months we have prayed and hoped against hope that my Mom, who battles Parkinson’s Disease daily as she has for nearly 30 years, could attend. Mom and Dad not only attended the wedding, where she was able to be wheeled down the aisle, proud as a peacock, to watch her youngest grandchild get married, but she attended the rehearsal dinner the night before and the reception after the wedding. At the reception, they won the prize as Dad wheeled her on to the dance floor and they danced, as well as they could, as the couple who had been married the longest — 60 years. They were so happy, and all of us, family and friends alike, were all smiles, too. All that we had hoped for, and more, was realized and them being recognized was like the icing on the wedding cake — sweet, beautiful and everybody was taking it in with delight.

Shortly after the reception, I was back at the hotel room, propped my feet up, and was, for a couple of minutes, basking in the success of an over-the-top evening, while Tammy was running one last errand. I was just about to read the beautiful handwritten note that Emily had written to me and addressed “Daddy-O”, when I received a call from my dad who had received word that their house had burned to the ground. The sad word was that they had lost everything they cherished and had collected over the years. Mom had gone to bed Saturday night, before the news was coming in about their house that was no more.

So, the next morning with all of our family and extended family together in Dallas, my Dad told my mom that their house had burned. I was kneeling in front of Mom’s chair as Dad spoke so well and caringly, those difficult words of loss. Mom cried a little upon hearing the word we had been processing all night, and then she said, “Oh, all of my things.” Then nearly as quickly as she said those words, she looked at us and said, “But it was all just things, ‘stuff’. We have each other and we are safe. That’s what matters.” What a word of grace and truth. I know that Mom and Dad will be grieving the loss for sometime, but we are so fortunate that they were with all of us, their family, and not at home, which could have been really catastrophic. Until that weekend, my parents had not been away from home for two consecutive nights for five years.

Mom has been an “organized hoarder” forever. She had saved every picture, newspaper clipping, funeral bulletin, special service program that involved her family and closest friends and neatly packed them into marked containers and named photo albums. The fire claimed these items, destroyed hometown history, and family drugstore relics and furnishings that marked nearly eight decades of “Copeland Apothecary Care” for the people in our hometown and surrounding area.

Tammy and I were visiting the ruins of the house together recently  and on the ground there was a charred piece of paper. Upon closer examination, we discovered it to be a Lovers Lane quarterly newsletter that we used to produce, and this one was about 15 years old. It announced coming events and reported on a wonderful lecture. On the reverse side, in the margin, was an artistically laid out photograph featuring the 23rd Psalm  “The Lord is my Shepherd, I shall not want…” In other words, the Psalm proclaimed, “All we need that satisfies completely is in that relationship with God who is like the caring, compassionate Shepherd.” Our faith is in a Shepherd God who “makes us lie down in green pastures” full of life even in the midst of death. It is our compassionate God who “leads us beside still waters” brimming with peace and “restores our souls.” I don’t think that little piece of paper survived the fire for any reason but a God-given gracious reminder that all will be all right because this “valley” is not one in which we will reside, but one through which we will pass.

There were also several ornamental Easter eggs that had been in storage in Mom’s closet that were probably one step away from a garage sale, but today they are like precious gold. Their value however, is not in their charred surviving state; rather it is in their message of being the Christian symbol of resurrection and new life that the fire could not conquer. In the flower bed behind the burned out vehicles stood a simple, homemade, wooden cross that stated, “Jesus is Lord”. Those are the reminders that empower “80-something-year-old” Christians, and all of us who love them, to have hope and faith as we start anew.

We’ve cleaned the ruins, salvaged very little, and put most of the rubble in a huge hole to be buried. More than 60 people gathered, half of which were from Lovers Lane, to clean bricks and stone, and remove debris and ash down to the slab. At the end of a long, hot, dirty weekend, the naked, dusty, slab was not really a beautiful sight, but a mark of major accomplishment in this emotionally charged week. What truly was beautiful was the smiles on my parents faces as they saw, young and old, men and women, boys and girls, city and country dwellers, black and white, lay and clergy, Methodists and Baptists, and folk of other faith expressions, come to Chandler to say in word and in deed for so many whom they represented, “You are loved.”

And that is what I want to say this morning, from Tammy and me and our extended family, especially my parents — Martha and Don, “You are loved”. We love you and appreciate you greatly. Plans are already underway to replace the home and the contents that can be replaced, through the benefit of ample insurance. We go forward choosing to look for blessings from God that we would never experience had it not been for a destructive fire, because that is how our loving God works. None of us believe God willed, or caused a fire to destroy, but all of us are “standing on the promises” that God can redeem the worst of circumstances to bring new life even out of the ashes.

We covet your prayers, even as we pray our prayers of thanksgiving for you. We love the church that really does personify the “Gospel Truth” of “Loving All.” Thanks for being YOU!

A Pastoral Response to the Events in Charlottesville

Dear Lovers Lane Family,

This letter is a pastoral response to the white supremacist gatherings and domestic terror attack in Charlottesville, as well as the increasingly heated conversation around racism and Confederate memorials.

First, I want to say that we must know and be thankful that we, through our mission of “Loving ALL,” have a message we have been given by the Holy Spirit to proclaim and live out. Friday, Aug. 11, I was on vacation but couldn’t stay away from our children’s musical, Created in His Image. I wish the whole world could have been there seeing and hearing our kids. Racially and culturally our children were like a beautiful tapestry, represented by their colorful presence and in their words of song. Their message was that we are all created as sisters and brothers in the image of God.

The scene in Charlottesville that Friday evening deeply saddened me. The images of young white men carrying torches and Nazi flags, yelling racial epithets and white supremacist chants, quite frankly, disgusted me. As news broke on Saturday of a white supremacist driving his car through a crowd of protesters in an act of domestic terrorism, I was heartbroken, not only for the family of 32-year old Heather Heyer who was killed, but also for the 19 persons injured. I was also saddened for the misguided haters and for our country, which continues to wrestle with the evils of racism, white supremacy, and violence.

As the pastor of our diverse congregation, and with deep East Texas roots, I have witnessed first-hand the realities of racism that are felt even today by women and men of color. Truth be known, few of us who are white can say we have not engaged in racist thoughts and actions, or benefitted from a culture that favors some of us over others of color. What we witnessed in Charlottesville is racism in the extreme, which sadly goes on elsewhere in our country and in our greater world. We must stand against hate, whether it be extreme or moderate, even as we repent and pray that God will “perfect us in love” and rid us of any racist thought or tendency.

I’m not there yet, are you?

Through a vote of its city council, Charlottesville moved to relocate a statue honoring Confederate General Robert E. Lee, and to rename a park that bore his name to be “Emancipation Park”. Many other cities, including Dallas, are finding statues of persons representing the cruel and deadly Civil War of 150 years ago becoming the focus of controversy. More city councils will be voting to move, sell or even destroy such statues. I am definitely in favor for a rally against racism, but I am concerned that focusing on statues can become a deterrent from the deeper problem, which is not primarily the “hot-button” statues, but the racism that for many, they represent. It would be tragic to me if we thought that the removal of Confederate statues will make everything right and good and Godly. Let us not be deceived, issues of race relations, hate and harm, are much bigger and deeper than the largest General Lee statue in the land.

Even as the racists, Nazis, and white supremacists gathered in Charlottesville, they did so under the guise that they were protesting the removal of a statue. They were not: It was a rally packed with agenda. They said they were protesting out of love for their country, but were they? I doubt it. They gathered out of deep hatred for our black, brown, and Jewish brothers and sisters. They gathered to show power and inspire fear and violence in Charlottesville and cities all across our country.

Dallas is one of many cities facing the issue of what to do with Confederate memorials and legacy names throughout our parks, buildings, schools, and other public spaces. I want to say that history is of incredible value to any country that wishes to learn from its past mistakes and successes, but what some may see as a somber memorial, others see as revisionist celebration of a dark time in our past. Some have elevated these statues to a position of idolatry, and we ought to remember that as U.S. citizens, the only flag that unites is not the “stars and bars” but the 50 stars and 13 stripes of Old Glory. The only monument that we gather around as Christians is that of the cross of Christ. My mentor used to say, “The ground is level at the foot of the cross of Jesus.” In other words, everyone, “ALL,” are those for whom Christ died and offered his redeeming love. Inclusion and acceptance was not an idea that WE came up with, but one that GOD created and punctuated with the Cross.

While we find a way forward as a city to both remember our history in a proper light, and create a city today that is welcoming to ALL who call Dallas home, I want to remind us that the statues are not, in and of themselves, the larger disease of racism. We must not be satisfied with simply moving monuments to museums, or even beating them into rubble, we must work tirelessly to continue bridging the divides that weaken us as a Greater Dallas community. At Lovers Lane, we will continue to seek reconciliation. We have one of the most diverse congregations in our denomination, and yet we have a horizon dream of not simply being diverse, but becoming a “sacred blend” of all God’s children as we, side by side and hand in hand, do mission and ministry, worship and celebrate, break bread together and fellowship around tables that are extensions of the Lord’s Table at which ALL are welcome. Let us hold fast to this dream, let us pray fervently for God’s spirit to continue his work in us, and let us stand boldly for racial reconciliation, not only at Lovers Lane, but throughout this city and the world.

It’s All the Same Water

Preachers spend a lot of time preparing primary messages for our congregations on Sunday. In the summer people are coming and going. Joy Comes serves as a way of me sharing what is on my mind to a congregation that is always on my heart.
We are in a sermon series entitled “Then and Now” that was the catalyst for me starting my blogging adventure. I want to be so bold as to offer my sermon on July 23 as my verbal blog.  I would appreciate hearing from those of you who take time to hear from me.

Who Are We

Joy Comes when a congregation stands united through a hopeful proclamation as Lovers Lane has through the years. Through that time, some people have come and gone; and people leaving the family can be painful. We must remember, however, where we have come from in order to know where we are going.

In 1945, our second year of existence, the first people to leave Lovers Lane left over a disagreement about “whether or not to allow alcoholics in the church.” For those dealing with alcohol addiction in the 1940s, the church was a welcoming place; today, 900 people come to our campus each week, working on recovery from alcohol and other addictions.

In 1960, there were those who left, even walked out of worship, when Ms. Bernice Jones, an African American woman, walked down the aisle to join our congregation. Today, on any given Sunday, more than 300 people from a dozen African nations call Lovers Lane “our family.”

In 1995, two gay fathers had their two daughters baptized, marked with the waters of God’s first love, and people left. These men remain members and their daughters are beautiful, wonderful, strong, young ladies whose experience of church was one of an accepting “family.”

Today we have several families with two dads or two moms, and baptism is celebrated for all. Our longstanding welcome of ALL people continues. People come and go, but our congregation stands united, and people come because of “who we are.”

As I have reminded you for the past six years, approximately 70 percent of our new members are coming by profession of faith through the same waters of baptism, which is a symbol not only of God’s unconditional love of ALL people, but the unifying mark we all have in common. Most often these new family members are younger, and many are refugees from conflict-ridden countries. Others are “church refugees” from congregations that never welcomed them, wouldn’t make a place for them, and in some cases, even told them to leave. The love and acceptance of this congregation has taught me much and is still teaching me that our mission, “Loving ALL people into relationship with Jesus Christ” must always be what unites us. “Loving All” is who we are.

As your pastor, I have never believed our identity and “who we are” needed to be determined by our involvement in a group. I have experienced these groups as primarily political expressions that function like caucuses within our denomination; i.e. Reconciling Ministries Network, Methodist Federation for Social Action on the “left,” and Wesleyan Covenant Association (and its other three verses — The Houston Declaration, Memphis Declaration, and Confessing Movement) bringing up the “right.”

I have friends who associate with these groups, and unfortunately it does not seem to make us more “united”; it often seems to instill the “us” and “them” mentality of a secular society and worldly, divisive, culture.  I have always believed our strength, as United Methodists is not our sameness.  This sometimes is frustrating to me because I want people to “believe like I do.”  Our strong point is in our eclectic plurality regarding theology, culture, and what it means to live out our United Methodist mission, “To make disciples of Jesus Christ for the transformation of the world.”

If who we are is dependent upon determining who is inside our circle of common believers, our homogeny, then we can never draw the circle small enough.  If we say, these people are out today, and then other people will be out tomorrow.   The masses of people on the outside, want nothing to do with the inside of a church, because they see us as hypocritical and far from “transforming the world.”  The church must not be transformed by the world and its divisive, exclusive, ways. The world hungers for love, acceptance, joy and a deep-seeded happiness.  Lovers Lane, may we always be known by our name “love,” our radical acceptance, and our striving to create a culture of joy in life-together.

Let’s Talk Unity

My hope is higher than division; and my excitement for a stronger, more focused denomination comes through my pastoral experience with YOU — Lovers Lane United Methodist Church. So, let’s talk.

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