EXCITING LONDON!

        I’ve had a special interest in watching the Olympic games from London because we were fortunate enough to visit London a couple of weeks before the games began.   I went to London on a mission trip in 1970, but didn’t get to see a lot of the city.  It was Joyce’s first trip to London and we were very excited about the opportunity.

        We had a non-stop flight from Raleigh to London’s Heathrow airport.  It was the first time I had ever traveled overseas on a non-stop flight and it was great not having to worry about making connections and bags that didn’t make it, etc.  We departed from the new Terminal C at RDU and the check-in and security were as easy as I have ever experienced.  Our flight departed right on time and after a short night, we started to descend over cloudy Great Britain. 

        Our first glimpse of London was from 10,000 feet up.  We broke through the clouds and there it was—a massive city!  London has a population of over 7 million, making it the most populous city in the European Union.  There was the River Thames meandering through the city.  We could spot Big Ben, the Tower Bridge, and the huge Ferris Wheel known as the London Eye. 

        We landed at Heathrow and after standing in line almost an hour to clear Passport Control, we claimed our bags and exited customs.   A gentleman was waiting for us and after a stop at the ATM to get some Pounds, we followed him to a comfortable van for the ride into the city.

        Everywhere you looked you saw signs of the Olympics.  There were banners and traffic boards informing motorists of designated “Olympic Lanes” that would soon be in force.  Our driver took us through Hyde Park to our hotel, The Grosvenor House, located adjacent to Hyde Park on Park Lane in London’s Mayfair section.  It was a GREAT location.  We could walk to Buckingham Palace, which we did, and could access the Underground through two nearby stations. 

        It was around 10:00 a.m. by the time we arrived at the hotel and, much to our delight, found out that our rooms were ready!   I used to never take a nap after an overseas flight.  My theory was that you should push yourself and stay up all day, then go to bed early and certainly sleep well.  Now that I am older, I am willing to take a nap if possible.  Joyce and I slept for a couple of hours, and then took a shower and we were refreshed and ready for the day! 

        We joined Doug and Alice Pearson who had been on the flight with us and walked a couple of blocks to a little pub the driver had recommended where we enjoyed our first meal of Fish and Chips!   They were excellent.

        Our first challenge was to master the “Tube” or the Underground, London’s extensive subway system.  In most big cities you can get around very efficiently using public transportation, but every subway system is different.  The Underground is the oldest subway system in the world.  We had done our homework and decided the most efficient way to pay for the Tube was by purchasing an “Oyster” card.  We paid 5 pounds (that was refundable when we left) for the card and then added value to it depending on our needs.  The station we entered did not have a ticket window open, so the helpful agent allowed us to take the Tube to the next station where he said we could purchase our cards.  This took a few minutes but soon with Oyster cards in hand we were ready to see the town!  

        We had pre-purchased a London Pass, which I would recommend if you visit London, that gives you access to all the major sites.  After traveling on the Piccadilly Line to Leicester Square, we picked up our passes and traveled to the Tower Bridge where we jumped on a ferry.  We thought this would give us a good overview of the city, and it did.   We rode up the Thames to the Westminster Millennium Pier next to Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament.  My plan was to walk back to the hotel by way of Westminster Abbey and Buckingham Palace, but the long day was finally catching up with everyone, so we took the Tube back.  I thought about going to explore Hyde Park, but fatigue won out and we went to bed early sleeping 12 hours!   But early the next morning, we were really ready to go!

        We were refreshed after a good night’s rest and waited in the hotel lobby for the members of our group who were arriving that morning.  Jim and Beverly Black came in first.  They were tired, but said they were ready to go!  Then Ashley and Gay Whitfield, Joe and Gail Biesecker, and Kay Hardin and Melba Bridges arrived. 

        “Is everyone ready to walk!”  

It was a pleasant morning, a light London rain was falling as we made our way through Hyde Park, down Constitution Hill and on to Buckingham Palace.  We were able to watch the Changing of the Guard and then we strolled through St. James Park on the way to Westminster Abbey. 

Westminster Abbey is, in a word, fabulous.  From the moment you walk through the door, history unfolds before you.  Every British Monarch since William the Conqueror has been crowned here.  The funeral for Princess Di was held here and most recently, the wedding of Prince William and Kate Middleton. 

After being inspired by the grandeur of Westminster, we walked across the street to the Methodist House where we had lunch.  London is also home to John Wesley, founder of Methodism.  We had a nice lunch and the funny thing was it was like eating in a Methodist Fellowship Hall! 

We then went to the Churchill War Rooms, the cramped subterranean rooms where Churchill directed the British war effort.  The Map Room was especially inspiring and we saw the telephone that was a direct line to President Roosevelt in Washington. 

        If we had walked a few yards beyond the Churchill War Rooms we would have seen the outdoor volleyball court that has been featured during these early days of the Olympic Games. 

We walked down to the Houses of Parliament where we had a great view of Big Ben.    Our London Pass included an admission to Kew Gardens, which is outside of London but accessible by the Underground, so we jumped on the Tube to see the lovely gardens.  However, once we arrived we learned the gardens were closing early due to a concert.  We pleaded our case to no avail, so we enjoyed a stroll around the little town, then headed back into London where we had a nice dinner at the hotel with the Pearsons and the Whitfields.  Jack and Joan Briggs and Joe and Libby Sink also came in to eat.  Our group was gathering and we had another full day in London to anticipate!   I will report on our Saturday in London in the next blog. 

VACATION BIBLE SCHOOL

                It’s not summer without Vacation Bible School!   Like catching lightening bugs, freezing homemade ice cream, watching baseball, eating watermelon and swimming on hot, humid days, Vacation Bible School is synonymous with the summer experience.  While many churches have already had VBS for the summer, our church begins Bible School on Monday morning, July 23.

            I love Vacation Bible School.  With the exception of a couple of years in college, I have been involved in Bible School for over half a century!   When I was a kid Bible School was the highlight of the summer.  We kicked off Bible School the Friday before opening day with a big parade down Main Street.  I remember one year getting to ride on the fire truck.  Life couldn’t get any better.  It was in Bible School that I learned to recite the books of the Bible, all 39 in the Old Testament and 27 in the New Testament—in order.  (We did not learn about the Apocrypha!)   I memorized Bible verses and we focused on a different Bible story every day.  We didn’t just sing “The B-I-B-L-E, Now That’s the Book for Me,” but for two weeks we lived it. 

            Without a doubt the biggest thrill of Bible School was carrying the flag.  Each morning Bible School started with an “Opening Ceremony,” in the church sanctuary.   Boys carried the American and Christian Flags while a girl was relegated to carrying the Bible.   Every boy wanted to carry the American Flag, but at least carrying the Christian Flag was better than carrying the Bible—a girl thing.   Yes, we were unashamedly sexist!   But it seems we had an inverted understanding of what was most important.  After all, it was Vacation Bible School, not Vacation American Flag School.  

            Carrying the Bible should have been the greatest honor followed by the Christian Flag (I mean, we are a Christian church, right?) and then the American Flag, but little children didn’t understand it that way and sadly, many adults don’t either.  I guess adults are too old for Bible School, but we are never too old to study the Bible.  And judging from studies I have seen, adults need a refresher course. 

            Sixty percent of Americans cannot name five of the Ten Commandments, 50% can only name one of the four Gospels and 50% of high school seniors think Sodom and Gomorrah were married.  Americans may revere the Bible, but most never read it.  When I started preaching 40 years ago, I assumed most everyone understood Biblical references in my sermon.  If I mentioned “The Good Samaritan” or “The Prodigal Son” I assumed most everyone knew what I was talking about.  Not anymore. 

            Dr. Stephen Prothero, chairman of the religion department at Boston University, says that our ignorance of not only our own faith, but other world religions, is dangerous.  His book, Religious Literacy: What Every American Needs to Know — and Doesn't, argues that everyone needs to grasp Bible basics, as well as the core beliefs, stories, symbols and heroes of other faiths.  “More and more of our national and international questions are religiously infected,” he says.

             The Apostle Paul wrote that he was a child, he thought like a child, but when he became a man he put away childish things.  When I was a child, I attended Vacation Bible School in the summer, but now that I am a man, I am involved in Bible Study all year long.  I teach several Bible studies including an ecumenical Bible Study every fall and spring on Monday nights and Tuesday mornings.  There are dozens of good Bible studies that meet in homes, churches, and businesses.   You can also download a good Bible App for your phone.  Most have systematic plans to help you read the Bible and you can arrange to have a Bible verse emailed to you on a daily basis.   The Bible is more accessible today than ever before.  

            We will have both boys and girls to carry the flags in VBS and also the Bible.  While I have fond memories of carrying the flags as a boy, I wish I been privileged to carry the Bible.  I didn’t get to, but I hope I will carry the Bible with me for the rest of my life.  

                                                                                                           

             

LET RELIGIOUS LIBERTY RING!

Fifty years ago I stood beside my grandmother in the beautiful rotunda of the Jefferson Memorial. After studying the imposing statue of the "Gentleman Farmer from Virginia," she pointed to the words inscribed on the walls. "We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal …" And then she showed her young grandson the words that she considered to be just as important, "Almighty God hath created the mind free … all men shall be free to profess and by argument to maintain, their opinions in matters of religion."

"We are free to worship the way we feel led," she told me. "We are free to be Baptists. There are many people in the world who don't have this freedom."

It seemed so simple back then. My preacher would speak often of religious liberty and the separation of church and state. He would tell us stories of Baptist ministers who were arrested just for preaching. The authorities would come into the church and drag them out of the pulpit. They would be whipped and thrown into prison.

Often, as he preached, I imagined the local police coming into our church and ordering him to stop. I could see my preacher raising his Bible and proclaiming that he must obey God rather than men. Then as he continued to preach the policemen would drag him out of the pulpit as he waved his Bible, urging us never to give up. I pictured my grandmother and the ladies in her mission circle meeting to pray for the preacher and bake brownies to send him in jail.

Sometimes I would see myself, a little boy, bravely ascending the pulpit and saying something like, "They can silence the messenger but they cannot silence the message!" As I became a teenager I would picture myself being dragged out of the church while all the teenage girls wept and proclaimed me a hero while I sat in prison sharing brownies with my preacher.

Yes, it seemed so simple back then. My understanding of religious freedom was that the authorities would not interfere with my preacher. He was free to say whatever God led him to say, and he could say it for as long as he desired (and he usually did!). No one could stop him — not the Methodists, or the Presbyterians, and certainly not the Catholics.

We had just elected the first Catholic president, but even JFK was on record stating that there is "absolute separation of church and state." He stated that no Catholic prelate would dictate how a Catholic president should govern any more than a Protestant minister would tell his congregation how to vote (not that any Protestant minister would ever think about telling his church how to vote).

I never even considered the possibility of religious freedom protecting someone of a different faith. My childhood was very provincial. We didn't even have a Catholic church in our town, much less a synagogue. A mosque? I don't think I knew what one was. What if an atheist wanted to preach at the depot square? No one had any problem with the street preachers who stood on their soapboxes there — but an atheist? Well, that's different. I thought religious liberty simply protected the Baptists.

Religious liberty in a pluralistic society is far from simple. Issues such as abortion, contraception, health care, homosexuality, religious instruction in school and marriage equality have created an ongoing and contentious debate. Precisely because of this religious freedom is more important than ever. A society that respects religious liberty and allows differing claims to truth to compete beside one another creates an atmosphere of openness, integrity, and respect.

Earlier Saturday, I stood once again in the beautiful rotunda of the Jefferson Memorial. We are in Washington with the youths from our church (including my granddaughter) on a Religious Liberty Trip. I pointed out the timeless words inscribed on the panels of the monument, the same words my grandmother read to her grandson almost 50 years ago. Then we sat the on steps of the memorial and talked about religious liberty. Religious faith must be a matter of conviction, not of coercion. Jesus never forced anyone to follow him. That's not too hard to understand.

I don't know if my granddaughter or any of the youths will take their grandchildren to Washington 50 years from now and talk about religious liberty. I would like to think they would. But more importantly, I hope that the bell of religious liberty will still be ringing with a clear, clarion call. "Almighty God hath created the mind free …"

Let religious liberty ring!

MINE EYES HAVE SEEN THE GLORY OF THE COMING OF THE LORD!

Julia Ward Howe was a remarkable woman.  She was a crusader for social justice, an outspoken abolitionist, an early advocate for women’s right to vote, and a crusader for world peace.  She was a direct descendent of Roger Williams, who is often called the first Baptist in America, the founder of Providence Plantation in 1636, the first American settlement that was founded on the principle of the separation of church and state.  She came from a extraordinary family.

        President Abraham Lincoln was inspired by the writings of “Miss Julia” and invited her to the White House in November of 1861.  That evening she was invited to a public review of the troops.  As the soldiers marched by they were singing a popular battle song of the day.  The inspiring tune was a campfire spiritual called “Canaan’s Happy Shore,” that came out of the camp meetings, the revivalistic movement of the day.  But at the beginning of the Civil War, soldiers changed the words and it became known as “John Brown’s Body”  

Old John Brown’s body lies a’moldering in the grave,

While weep the sons of bondage whom he ventured all to save;

But tho’ he lost his life while struggling for the slave,

His soul is marching on.

        The soldiers added many other verses when the war started including one about hanging old Jeff Davis from a sour apple tree!

        Standing beside “Miss Julia” at the troop review was a Washington clergyman by the name of James Freeman Clark.  He turned to her and suggested that she write new words for the fighting men’s song. 

       

        She went back to the Old Willard Hotel in DC.  The youth who went to Washington last week walked right past it, it’s on Pennsylvania Avenue just two blocks from the White House. 

        She said that she slept soundly that night but awoke before sunrise with the words beginning to “Twine themselves in my mind.”  She said to herself, “I must get up and write these verses down, lest I fall asleep and forget them.”  So she sprang out of the bed and found in the dimness an old stump of a pen and “scrawled the verses almost without looking at the paper.”  Before the morning sun reached the paper the words were all there, as if written by another hand. 

        Those stirring words have become one of our nation’s most beloved hymns.  Dr. Martin Luther King, loved this song and quoted it frequently in his speeches including the speech at the end of the Selma to Montgomery march and in his final sermon the night before his assassination he proclaimed, “Mine Eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord!”

        Sir Winston Churchill loved the Battle Hymn of the Republic so much it was played at his funeral at St. Paul’s Cathedral.  And on September 14, 2001, at memorial services for the victims of 09/11, it was played both at the National Cathedral in Washington and at St. Paul’s Cathedral in London. 

        The beautiful and compelling words that Miss Julia penned early that November morning were not for half a nation to march to, but for a united nation, a whole people to stand up and sing. 

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,

With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:

As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,

While God is marching on.

        This Sunday morning (July 1) as part of our service on Religious Liberty, our choir will sing “The Battle Hymn of the Republic.”  

WASHINGTON DC AND RELIGIOUS LIBERTY

          Next week we leave for a long awaited youth trip to Washington, DC.  We had originally planned this trip two years ago, but a snowy winter cancelled most of Spring Break and we had to postpone the trip.  But now it is finally here and when Amtrak # 80, the Carolinian, rolls through Lexington next Thursday morning around 8:00 a.m. 27 youth and adults will be on board bound for Union Station in our nation’s Capital!

        We will tour the US Capitol on Friday morning and travel to Mount Vernon for a Friday afternoon and evening tour.  In fact, our group will have the interactive Reynolds educational center all to ourselves Friday night. Then we travel by bus back into DC and we tour all the monuments on a moonlight monument tour. 

        The next morning we visit the monuments (we walk!) and then begin our time at the Smithsonian.  We will start at the Air & Space Museum and then go across the Mall to the American History Museum.  Early Saturday evening we will go the National Archives to view the original Declaration of Independence and the Constitution, followed by a great meal at the Hard Rock Café.   We actually have t-shirts that have the Hard Rock logo on the front and a special youth group logo designed by Jack Davis on the back.  

        We will visit Arlington Cemetery Sunday morning and come back into DC for an afternoon tour of the Newseum, devoted the First Amendment of the Constitution.    Our whirlwind trip will conclude with a ride back to Greensboro on the Amtrak Crescent, one of Amtrak’s premier long-distance trains that runs between New Orleans and New York City.   We arrive in Greensboro at 12:15 a.m.

I’m a firm believer that every child and young person should visit Washington.  There is no better place to learn the guiding principles of our government and to reflect on the significance of freedom and liberty.  

Once reason I feel so strongly about this is because my grandmother took me to Washington when I was 9 or 10 years old.  I remember the trip well.   We went to Birmingham and caught the Southern “Southerner.”   The Southern “Crescent” was more of a Pullman train, while the Southerner had more coaches.  We rode in a coach, not a sleeper. 

I remember going to the Britling Cafeteria in Birmingham before we went to the station.  My grandmother was a firm believer in arriving at the station at least two hours or more before the train departed.  “You never know when something might happen,” she would say.   “It’s always better to be early.”

I’ve adopted her philosophy and Joyce will tell you that when we travel I’m always at the airport well ahead of schedule because, “You never know what will happen!”

Birmingham had two train stations, one for the Southern RR and one for the L&N.  The Southern Station “Birmingham Terminal Station” was a massive Byzantine styled structure with a massive dome over the center of the station.  I was awestruck by the sight.  Sadly, the old train station was demolished in the late 1960s.  

We left Birmingham in the afternoon and headed for Atlanta.   Atlanta also had a beautiful old station that has long since seen its demise.   I remember the train having to back a long way into the station. 

A highlight of rail travel was the dining car.  We sat down to silver service on a white linen tablecloth.   A seasoned waiter in a starched white jacket took our order.  I marveled at how he could almost effortlessly carry a tray of drinks and plates as the train swayed back and forth. 

Arriving in DC on the train is a thrill.  You can see the Washington Monument looming in the distance as you approach the city.   The train crosses the Potomac and you pass by the Jefferson Memorial.  Soon you can see the US Capitol, the Washington Monument and other well-known landmarks.   Suddenly everything turns dark as you enter a long tunnel that takes you into Union Station.  

Some of you might remember those old black limousines that would give DC tours back in the 60s and 70s.  My grandmother contracted for a limousine and driver to take us around the city and visit all the monuments and museums.  We visited the Capitol and the White House.   It was a lot easier to do so fifty years ago.  Security was a far cry from what it is today.

   I actually saw LBJ in Washington.   We were standing in line to go into the White House when a motorcade flew past us and LBJ waved from his car.   It had only been a year or so since JFK had been assassinated.  Washington was full of JFK memorabilia.  I saw a small bust of John Kennedy that I wanted.  I remember the store owner telling me how fragile it was and I was to take good care of it.  Fifty years later it has a few nicks, but it still sits in my office.   

I can remember as a child standing in the rotunda of the Jefferson Memorial and my grandmother pointing out Jefferson’s powerful words that are inscribed in the marble panels.  There is, of course, the opening lines of the Declaration of Independence, "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights, among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness, . . .”  Right next to it you will find these words on Religious Liberty:  "Almighty God hath created the mind free. All attempts to influence it by temporal punishments or burthens...are a departure from the plan of the Holy Author of our religion...No man shall be compelled to frequent or support any religious worship or ministry or shall otherwise suffer on account of his religious opinions or belief, but all men shall be free to profess and by argument to maintain, their opinions in matters of religion."

I’ve stood under that rotunda with both my grandsons and pointed out these words.  Next week I will stand there again and point out these words to our adopted grandchildren, the youth of our church.  And our granddaughter, Hannah, will also be with us.  More than anything else, I want our youth to understand the power and the significance of freedom. 

Later we will visit the World War II memorial as well as the Korean and the Vietnam.  Here we will see the cost of the freedom that Jefferson proclaimed.  Freedom is never free. 

I always get inspired when I visit Washington.  I can’t wait to share this with our youth next week. 

God Bless America!   Land that I Love!

THE WITCH OF PUNGO

        Memorial Day weekend we traveled to Norfolk to visit with our son, Knight, and his wife, Amanda.   Knight is stationed on the USS Dwight D. Eisenhower, a nuclear-powered aircraft carrier.  Knight had been out at sea for a few weeks and is scheduled to leave in three weeks for a 10-month deployment, so he was looking forward to break. 

        Knight told us that the small town of Pungo, Virginia has an annual Strawberry Festival every Memorial Day weekend and he always wanted to go.   I love strawberries, and the thought of multitudes of strawberries prepared in various and sundry ways sounded very enticing.   So early Saturday morning we drove over to Pungo, which is located just south of Virginia Beach.  

        We paid $5.00 to park the car in a muddy field and then walked a pretty good distance to get to the center of activities.  The first attractions were carnival rides, much like the ones we have at our county fair.  There was also a big tent with farm animals and a petting zoo.   Loud speakers were blaring all over town as the opening ceremonies were kicking off and the MC was rattling off the names of all the important people who would get their feelings hurt if their names were not mentioned.  

        I must say the MC was no Lee Jessup!   He needed a little more pizazz!   And unless I missed it, there was no blessing!   I always have the honor of blessing the BBQ at our annual festival, and I was sure some local minister would bless the strawberries, but if one did, I missed it. 

        As the subdued MC was naming the people sitting on the master stage, he saved his best enthusiasm for “The Honorary Witch of Pungo!”

 I looked at Joyce and said, “Did he say, “witch?”  

        “I think so,” she responded. 

        Knight and Amanda went off to find an ATM and when they got back we decided to find something to eat.   I envisioned strawberry waffles, strawberry pie, strawberry omelets, strawberry biscuits, strawberry sandwiches, strawberry soup, but all we saw was fair food.   We finally settled on a Gyro (it wasn’t bad at all) but as we were eating it I remarked, “I haven’t seen a strawberry yet!”

        About the time we got finished we heard sirens and a parade started.   We saw the motorcycle officers with lights flashing and sirens blaring leading the way.  After a slew of police cars and fire trucks, there were several convertibles carrying the distinguished guests, including one carrying the “Honorary Witch of Pungo” who was just as happy as she could be waving to the crowd.  

        Then came a marching band, the Shriners, the spelling bee champion, and the local dance studio students.   A local contemporary church had a big float with their rock band playing and about 50 people following on foot.  Then came antique cars—a bunch of them!   There were fire trucks, rescue squad vans, and several cars that seemed to have gotten in the parade by mistake.  I think they were looking for a parking place. 

        There was a lady who looked official standing in front of me keeping people off the street, so I struck up a conversation with her. 

        “This is a nice parade,” I said.  

        “Sure is,” she responded.  “And this is just the beginning.   This parade will last for 90 minutes, and longer if they keep stopping.”   

        I looked at my watch.   Only 10 minutes had passed. 

        “I kinda thought I would see a few strawberries here,” I told her. 

        “That’s a problem,” she said in a low voice.  “Our crop was awful this year.  What we have they had to ship in.”  

        I had one more question I just had to ask, “Could you tell me about the Witch of Pungo?”

        He face lit up and she said, “Well, it goes back 300 years when Grace Sherwood was accused of being a witch.” 

          The witchcraft case of Grace Sherwood is one of the best known in Virginia. She was accused of bewitching a neighbor's crop in 1698. Allegations grew over time until the Princess Anne County government and her accusers decided she would be tested by ducking, since water was considered pure and would not permit a witch to sink into its depths. Sherwood's accusers, on July 10th, 1706 at ten of the clock, tied her thumbs to big toes cross-bound and dropped her into the western branch of the Lynnhaven River near what is now known as Witchduck Point. Sherwood floated, a sign of guilt. She was imprisoned, but was eventually released. Sherwood lived the rest of her life quietly, and died in 1740. Was she really a witch or was Grace a woman before her time? She was a healer, a midwife and a friend to the children and animals.

(If an accused witch drowned, then she was declared innocent, which strikes me as some consolation!  However, Grace Sherwood was innocent, but it would take 300 years to clear her name.)

          On the 300^th anniversary of her conviction, the Governor of Virginia pardoned Grace Sherwood with these words:

"I am pleased to join the Mayor of Virginia Beach in extending best wishes as you work to promote justice in the 1706 "Witch Ducking" case of Grace Sherwood. With 300 years of hindsight, we all certainly can agree that trial by water is an injustice. We also can celebrate the fact that woman's equality is constitutionally protected today, and women have the freedom to pursue their hopes & dreams. The historical records that survive indicate that Ms. Sherwood, a midwife and widowed mother of three, survived her "trial by water" in 1706. Those records also indicate that one of my predecessors, Governor Alexander Spotswood, eventually helped her reclaim her property. The record also indicates Ms. Sherwood led an otherwise quiet and law abiding life until she died at the age of 80. Today, July 10, 2006, as 70th Governor of the Commonwealth of Virginia, I am pleased to officially restore the good name of Grace Sherwood. Sincerely, Timothy M. Kaine, Governor, Commonwealth of Virginia

        She became the only deceased person in Virginia to ever be exonerated of a crime.

        Having received this great gift of knowledge and learning that there would not be a blessing of strawberries, we decided to depart.  But on the way out we found a Lion’s Club booth selling Stawberry Shortcake.  Even with imported strawberries, it was mighty good!      

        But the best thing was that we got see the “Honorary Witch of Pungo!”   Don’t you love it!

       

BEING TRUE TO MYSELF AND TRUE TO JESUS

        I was on the charter bus Monday morning with 39 wonderful Bible scholars (who attend the Monday night/Tuesday morning Bible Study) making our way to Savannah, Georgia for the 16^th Annual Bible Study Field Trip when I received a call from my friend, Max Walser.  Max had seen all the letters in the paper in response to my article on Amendment One and wanted to know how I was doing.  Max has been in public service his entire life and knows what it is to be attacked.  He thanked me for standing up for the truth and said, “You knew this would happen when you wrote the article.”

        “Yes, I did, but as Jim Phillips (who was sitting beside me) told me, you have to be true to yourself.”

        I knew the article would generate a lot of discussion, but I never imagined it would explode the way it did.  The Dispatch can track how many “hits” an online story has and primarily because of the article being shared on Facebook and Twitter it was viewed over 46,000 times.  It generated a lot of feedback!

        While some of the responses both online and in the paper were thoughtful and reasonable, the angry, vitriolic, and hateful ones were disturbing.  I was told many times I was going to hell.  I was called a false prophet, a minister of Satan, and a son of the devil.  My credentials were questioned as a minister and one writer even admonished my church to question my Biblical integrity. 

        The personal attacks do not bother me.  But I was upset when my family and my church family were condemned.  I was told my entire family and my church family were all going to hell.  Last Sunday an anonymous package was left at one of the doors to the church.  It had a letter with my name on it.  The letter was another hate-filled attack.  The package was not opened but turned over to the Lexington Police Department.  The identity of the sender was quickly determined.  It was one of the letter writers. 

        It was evident that many of the responders never read my article.  I received many emails in which the writers gave very detailed Biblical reasons to oppose same-sex marriage.  Never in my article did I endorse same-sex marriage.  I was opposed to the amendment. 

        The issue of homosexuality is one of the most difficult issues to understand.  I have known people who simply have chosen this lifestyle for a variety of reasons.  I think that is wrong.  I believe this is condemned in Scripture.  But the problem comes with people who feel they were born as homosexuals.  I have known more people who did not “choose” this lifestyle but tell me this is who they are.  If someone is born a homosexual, they have no choice.  They were created this way.  And that is where this issue gets complicated. 

        This presents a major challenge to the Biblical interpreter.  What do you do with the passages that specifically list homosexuality as a sin?  Didn’t God create us “good,” and in his image?

        As a Christian I believe in interpreting the Bible Christocentrically.  That means we interpret everything through the “Jesus filter.”  I always go back to the last night before the crucifixion.  One of the last things Jesus did was leave his disciples with a “new commandment.”  “Love one another,” he said, “as I have loved you.” 

        Whatever we do, whatever we say, whatever stand we take must be grounded in love.  I was opposed to the amendment because it was not grounded in love.  It singled one group of people out.  It marginalized them, isolated them, and made them feel like second-class citizens.  This is wrong.   

        I don’t pretend to be an expert on the homosexual issue, but I will not judge.  God will be the judge, not me.  But I have been commanded to love others as Jesus loves me.  That means loving unconditionally. 

        If I’m going to be criticized and attacked, I have no regrets knowing that I took a stand for Jesus.  I took a stand for love.   I was true to myself.  I was true to Jesus.  I will gladly take the heat. 

THE AMENDMENT ONE ARTICLE

                    Joyce and I spent the weekend at a hospital conference in Williamsburg, Virginia.  I love Williamsburg and it had been a number of years since we had visited.  I always get inspired when I think about those brave patriots who believed that freedom was worth risking “their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.”   We saw a film one afternoon on “The Great Awakening and Liberty.”   It was about how the spiritual movement known as the Great Awakening influenced the American Revolution and, of course, religious liberty.  

        Because I believe very strongly in religious liberty and the separation of church and state, I am always reluctant to speak out on political matters.  I do not believe it is my role to be political and politics do not need to be in the pulpit.   But what happens when an issue that should not be political becomes just that?   What happens when an issue on which the church should be guardian crosses over into the political arena?  

        This is exactly what has happened with the so-called Marriage Amendment.  I believe very strongly that marriage is only ordained by God, not the state.  The state recognizes the marriage that is ordained by God within the church, but the state should not be in the business of defining marriage.  

        I am speaking out on Amendment One because I believe this is a moral and spiritual issue, more than a political one.   Unfortunately, however, people have made it political for their own selfish ends. 

        I also am speaking out because I believe this amendment, if adopted, will result in unrighteous discrimination and many innocent children will be hurt and others will be victimized by its consequences. 

        My article on the issue was first published on the Dispatch website Friday and then appeared in the print edition on Saturday.  Because we were out of town, I saw the article online and checked it several times because I knew I would get some feedback.  But I never expected what happened!   On the Dispatch website there is a section that gives you the five top “Most Read” articles.   Now understand that Ray Howell’s religion column NEVER even makes the Most Read.  But it appeared there late Friday afternoon and then became the #1 article by Saturday morning and remained there until Sunday night when the article on Rev. Pam Strader’s excellent presentation at Grace Episcopal appeared.  As of Monday at noon, The Grace Episcopal article was number one and mine was number two, followed by the story on the weekend’s BBQ cook-off.  (As of Monday night my article was back at # 1)

        I’m not concerned about publicity, but I am concerned that people have the facts and see the hidden dangers that this Amendment holds.  This tells me that many people are reading the story and according to the Dispatch website, my article has been recommended on Facebook over 1,000 times.  

        I have received comments and emails from people all over the state and even received a phone call Monday morning from South Carolina.  The great majority of the feedback has been very positive, although there have been a few negative responses.  (Some of the comments have been very hateful and judgmental)

        Here is the article as it appeared in the Dispatch this weekend:  

On May 8, thousands of sincere, well-intentioned people will go to the polls and vote yes for Amendment One (the so-called Marriage Amendment) believing they are doing the right thing by ensuring marriage in North Carolina will always be between a man and a woman. Sadly, like many moral issues that cross the line into the political arena, this issue is far from being simple and straightforward.

In my opinion, this amendment is unnecessary, unbiblical, unrighteous and may even be unconstitutional. Voting against this amendment is not saying you are in favor of same-sex marriage, and voting for this amendment will not guarantee traditional marriage. In fact, the adoption of this amendment could backfire and have exactly the opposite result.

This amendment is not necessary. North Carolina law already prohibits same-sex marriage, and the law is crystal clear. (N.C. General Statute 51, Article 1, 51-1) No court can challenge it. However, if this amendment is adopted, it opens the door for federal review as possibly being unconstitutional. The California Constitutional Amendment banning same-sex marriage was overturned in February by federal court. The same result is very likely to happen here. If we already have a secure wall that prohibits same-sex marriage, why do we want to replace it with a flimsy fence?

The biggest problem I have with this amendment is that marriage is God's business. The only one who truly ordains and blesses marriage is God, not the State of North Carolina. I know some ministers will faithfully proclaim: "By the power vested in me by the State of North Carolina …" But when I pronounce a couple as "husband and wife" I call on a greater power. "Those whom God hath joined together, let no man put asunder." I will dutifully fill out the marriage license and personally hand deliver it to the Register of Deeds (lest another government agency become involved), but the State of North Carolina only recognizes marriage, it doesn't ordain it.

So why have we taken this debate to the political theater? I find it ironic that the majority of those who are promoting this amendment are also those who believe philosophically that government should be less involved in our lives. Why do we want the government to become involved in one of our most sacred institutions?

Homosexuality is one of the biggest issues facing the church today. Christians have widely different interpretations on this issue, but there is one truth I hope all believers accept as non-negotiable. Every person, regardless of sexual orientation, is a child of God, created in the image of God and deserves to be treated with love, dignity and respect. This amendment opens the door for needless discrimination, marginalization and judgment. Jesus never said one word about homosexuality, but he spoke many words about injustice, unrighteousness and hypocrisy.

Jesus also spoke about rendering unto Caesar the things that are Caesar's and to God the things that are God's. Marriage belongs to God, not Caesar. The Apostle Paul wrote about the problems that are created when we bring the government into religious matters. Throughout history whenever religious beliefs have been codified into law, the results have usually been a disaster.

We don't need Amendment One. Its adoption will open a Pandora's Box of problems that will result in unintended consequences hurting many, many people. Unmarried couples who have children will be negatively impacted as well. Let the church debate the issue of marriage, not the state! This amendment is a bad idea. It is political grandstanding that plays on the fears of the public.

Because I believe that Jesus calls us to love one another as he loved us — unconditionally, without prejudice or judgment — I am voting against Amendment One. I would humbly ask you to prayerfully consider joining me.

The Rev. Dr. Ray Howell III is senior minister at First Baptist Church on West Third Avenue.

MY EASTER IN GREECE

        A wonderful group of young people along with parents and leaders are leaving this Thursday for Greece along with their beloved Choral Director, Lee Mabe, who was recently named Lexington’s “Citizen of the Year.” 

        I have had the privilege of traveling to Greece three times and each time the experience has been awe-inspiring.   In the late 1990s we took a great group of folks to Greece to follow the journeys of the Apostle Paul.  This trip came to mind since we left right after Easter and the kids are leaving this Thursday, Maundy Thursday.  It was on our trip in the 90s that I learned the Orthodox Calendar is often different that the Western Calendar, so rather than being in Greece on Easter Sunday, the youth will experience a second Palm Sunday this Sunday, April 8.  Last year, 2011, Easter was actually observed by both traditions on the same day, April 24, but this year and the year we went, they are different.   Both traditions use the same formula for calculating Easter, “The first Sunday after the first full moon on or after the vernal equinox,” but the churches base the dates on different calendars.  Western churches use the Gregorian calendar and Eastern churches the Julian calendar.  It’s actually even more complicated because the two traditions differ in their definition of the vernal equinox.  Western churches use a fixed date, March 21, and Orthodox churches set the date according to the actual equinox as observed along the meridian of Jerusalem, site of the Crucifixion and the Resurrection. All of this is very confusing, but the bottom line is that the youth will experience two Palm Sundays this year and the year we went, we experienced two Easters—and that is what I want to tell you about!   My Easter in Greece. 

        We were visiting the island of Rhodes on Easter Eve and learned that the Greek Orthodox Easter celebration was scheduled for that night.  We arrived around 11:00 p.m. and found hundreds, well over a thousand, people surrounding the Greek Orthodox Church.  There was no way that all of those people were going to get inside the church and most of us didn’t even attempt to go in.  After all, we were told, the action takes place outside the church.

        Precisely at midnight deep in the sacred chambers of the old church, a single candle, the Christ candle was lit by the High Priest.  All of the other clergy wait.  Following an ancient liturgy (Greek Orthodox are called “Keepers of the Tradition” and scholars say they may come closer to early worship in the church than any other tradition), the High Priest emerges carrying the candle with great pomp and ceremony. 

        Outside the church everyone is anxiously waiting.   We have been given candles and we wait and watch the entrance of the church.  As the first member of the clergy emerges (beginning with the lowest and ascending in importance and rank) a wave of anticipation swept through the crowd and you could feel the excitement, much as when the first members of a football team emerge from the tunnel before a huge game. 

        There were a number of the old priests, dressed in black with long, flowing beards, but they were preparing the way for the big man, the High Priest, who finally emerged carrying the lighted candle.  The crowd momentarily erupted with joy but then quickly was hushed as the High Priest prepared to make the most significant and explosive pronouncement of his life.  There was a dramatic pause, the crowd held their collective breath and then, then the High Priest thundered “Christos Anesti!”  (Christ is Risen)

        The crowd exploded with the response, “Alithos Anesti!”  (He is risen indeed!)  Then the crowd cheered, but it more than a cheer, it was a joyous, thunderous, exclamation of celebration and victory!   Jesus is alive!   Then people began to sing.  They sang and sang as the old priests lit their candles from the Christ candle and then proceeded to light the peoples’ candles.  As each Candle was lit, the affirmation “Christos Anesti” was shared. 

        That night a perfect stranger who no more could speak English than I could speak conversational Greek shared the light of Christ and said, “”Christos Anesti!”  “Alithos Anesti” I said in return and I turned to light the candle of another stranger who at that moment, became a brother in Christ. 

        The goal of every family was to keep the candles burning until they made it home and then the children would light the candles on the table that would be filled with a joyous feast—yes, they would feast throughout the wee hours of the morning.

        I have always recalled that experience as one of the most powerful spiritual moments of my life.  A long way from home, on a Greek island far away, I experienced the power of the Risen Christ and shared his light and love with strangers.  My hope and prayer is that these young people who travel to Greece will also find Christ’s light and love.