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Monday, September 7, 2015

“THE GENERAL IDEA”: Blogging through the General Rules of the CME Church


So John the Baptist would start off a sermon like this: “Brood of vipers! Who warned you to flee from the wrath to come?”  (Luke 3: 7)

Basically, “Hey, losers!  Do any of you wanna not go to Hell?”

(John the Baptist cares nothing for your motivational speaking techniques.)

John referred to the congregation as bunch of snakes.  He questioned their ancestry (verse 8).  He called them a bunch of useless trees waiting to be chopped down (verse 9).

From John the Baptist this wasn’t a series of  insults.  Well, it WAS a series of insults, but it wasn’t ONLY  a series of insults.  John’s introduction was also an invitation.  An angry, sarcastic, magnificently effective invitation.

They flocked to the altar. (Actually they flocked to the muddy edge of the Jordan river bank, but you get the imagery.)  Peasants, tax collectors, Romans, Galilean fishermen---- they asked, “What should we do, Reverend John.  We want to change.  We want to get right before the Messiah comes to judge us with His winnowing fan in His hand.  WHAT SHALL WE DO?!”

John answered them all.  Whatever their ethnicity, status, occupation, or past performance, he gave them pastoral counsel about what lifestyle changes to make to align their daily lives with the will of God. 

The membership policy of the angry, sarcastic fire-and-brimstone Baptist preacher is the official membership policy of the Methodist movement.

One of the defining documents of the Methodist movement is John Wesley’s General Rules.

The introduction to the General Rules says:

The General Rules of the "United Societies" organized by Mr. Wesley in 1739 are as follows:

There is only one condition previously required of those who desire admission into these societies, a "desire to flee from the wrath to come, and to be saved from their sins." 

That’s it.

No religious resume requirement.  No Bible literacy exam.  No financial disclosure statement.  You don’t have to first prove your worth or your commitment.  You just have to not want to go to Hell when Jesus comes to judge the world.

If you "desire to flee from the wrath to come, and to be saved from their sins," we’ll work with you on the rest.  The rest, of course, refers to those lifestyle changes.

The General Rules continue:

But wherever this is really fixed in the soul, it will be shown by its fruits. It is therefore, expected of all who continue therein that they shall continue to evidence their desire of salvation,

First, by doing no harm, by avoiding evil of every kind…
Secondly, by doing good…
Thirdly, by attending on all the ordinances of God…

I’m a Methodist pastor, and I don’t know for sure who in my church is truly saved, wherever this is really fixed in the soul.  But we can all know the evidence of at least their desire of salvation because it will be shown by its fruits.

We all come into the church as broken, unholy people; but in the church we strive together for wholeness and holiness.    In the church, we help each other align our daily lives with the will of God,
First, by doing no harm, by avoiding evil of every kind…
Secondly, by doing good…
Thirdly, by attending on all the ordinances of God…

Methodism is an open door to discipleship.  Membership is easy.  Discipleship is work.  From as far back at least as John the Baptist, that’s been the “general” idea.

---Anderson T. Graves II   is a writer, community organizer and consultant for education, ministry, and rural leadership development.

Rev. Anderson T. Graves II is pastor of Miles Chapel CME Church in Fairfield, Alabama;  executive director of the Substance Abuse Youth Networking Organization (SAYNO);  and director of rural leadership development for the National Institute for Human Development (NIHD).

Subscribe to my personal blog  www.andersontgraves.blogspot.com .

Email atgravestwo2@aol.com
Follow me on twitter @AndersonTGraves 
#Awordtothewise

You can help support this ministry with a donation to Miles Chapel CME Church.

You can help support Rev. Graves’ work by visiting his personal blog and clicking the DONATE button on the right-hand sidebar.

Support by check or money order may be mailed to 
Miles Chapel CME Church
P O Box 132
Fairfield, Al 35064



Thursday, August 27, 2015

THE FIRE IN MY FATHER'S EYES


One Saturday night when I was sixteen I got arrested in Hattiesburg, Mississippi.   The state trooper who threw me on the hood of my dad’s Oldsmobile ’98 and cuffed me, said that I’d almost “run over” his cruiser.

I think he was exaggerating because I didn’t even see a Mississippi state trooper vehicle parked in the median of that intersection.  Of course, at the time I was mainly focused on my right thigh where my date’s left hand was resting.  But none of that’s why I got arrested.

I was arrested for the knife and unlicensed .38 caliber pistol the trooper found under the driver’s seat.  Now the knife was mine, but the .38 belonged to my mother.  But she’d told me to take it out of the car before I left home.  I didn’t because some of the guys in Hattiesburg had beef with some of the guys from Bassfield, and Pop’s car had a Jefferson Davis county tag, and I didn’t want to get punked in front of my date so I took the gun with me. 

And did I mention that I was 16.  I had half a lick of hair in my mustache and not a lick of sense.

It’s strange the details that you lose and the ones that you retain when you’re waiting to die.  I don’t remember what the room looked like at the trooper station.  Was it a holding cell? An interrogation room?  I remember walls and a hard chair, or maybe it was a bench.  I remember being alone or rather I remember not seeing anybody because I stared at the floor in front of my feet the entire time.   I don’t know how much time passed before my dad arrived.  Maybe because they took my watch, or maybe because I was afraid to look at it and calculate how long it would take Pops to get there driving like a guy who used to race in the truck he bought from the guy who used to race trucks.  I do remember that it was cold, colder than hospitals, colder than funeral homes.  I remember that I wanted to stay in the cold place with the walls and the hard chair or bench or cot.  I remember that I wanted them to keep me there and not call my father because he was going to murder me.

But they called him.  When he got there he looked at me hard and said, “Are. You. All right,” and looked at me even harder as I mumbled, “Yessir.”

He didn’t say anything on the way home, and he didn’t murder me when we got there.  There was no beating the  next day. No loud lecture peppered with rhetorical questions that I better answer when he was talking to me and better shut up when he was talking.  He didn’t pronounce my eternal grounding or burn my belongings and throw me out.  For weeks he barely spoke to me at all.  He just looked at me.  He said nothing, and I saw rage in his eyes.  I figured that he figured that if he opened his voice to the seething fury behind his eyes he would end up  murdering me. 

Exactly a week after my arrest, Saturday evening after finishing all of my tasks on the family farm--- tasks that I was suddenly able to do without instruction or reminders from my father--- I (Did I mention that I was 16?) asked my father if I could borrow his car and go out.

Silence.  The eyes. 

I withdrew my request and retired to my room to contemplate the fragility of life while huddled in a corner of my bed, knees pressed against my chest, watching the door for movement.

I’m 43 years old now, and I hadn’t asked my father about that incident until two weeks ago. 

Pops said, “I wasn’t mad at you.  I knew how them state troopers could be and if he had messed with you I was gone lay some hot stuff on his a**.  I didn’t want you going back down there cause they be waitin’ on you.  I know what I’m talking about, boy.  And if they’d hurt you----- none of them was going home.”

I hadn’t considered that my father grew up in segregated, rural Mississippi.  When he was in college, he marched with Medgar Evers.  He drove through Ku Klux Klan rallies down the road from his house,and knew men who’d been beaten or disappeared by state troopers.

The silent fire I had seen in his eyes wasn’t just rage.  It was mostly worry.  He had been quiet because he had no words for how scared he was for his child.  Yes, my father was mad at me for acting so recklessly but he was seething against the system that he believed was a threat to his stupid 16 year old son. He stopped me from going back to Hattiesburg not because he wanted to hurt me but because he didn’t want me to get hurt.

For nearly 30 years I had completely misunderstood my Father’s feelings.

Just like we misunderstand God’s feelings. 

When the book of Isaiah begins, Israel, the children of God, had been acting like they didn’t have a lick of sense.  They’d sinned so terribly and persistently that their Father, our Father went silent. 

He didn’t even want to punish them anymore

Why should you be stricken again? You will revolt more and more.  The whole head is sick, and the whole heart faints. (Isaiah 1: 5)

They were so close to being as bad as Sodom and Gomorrah (Isaiah 1: 9) that God called them Sodom and Gomorrah (Isaiah 1: 10).

God responded by calling for ---- silence.

No more sacrificing (verse 11).
No more worshipping (verse 12).
No more special services (verse 13)
Don’t come to Me asking permission to go out in the vehicle of My blessing (verse 15).

I used to think that Old Testament passages like this were only about God’s wrath and anger upon His people.   I’d misunderstood.  In verse 15, the Lord declared that He’s through listening.  But  in the  next verses He invited His children to come away from the sin He knew was the real threat.

Our Father says, “Come now, and let us reason together.  Though your sins are like scarlet, They shall be as white as snow; Though they are red like crimson, They shall be as wool.
If you are willing and obedient, you shall eat the good of the land; but if you refuse and rebel, you shall be devoured by the sword.” (Isaiah 1: 18-20)

The pure anger I thought I’d seen in God in the Old Testament is really mostly worry.

Yes, He is righteously indignant when His children lose focus, get off the path, and thoughtlessly place themselves in bondage to sin and sin-centered circumstances.  But mainly God wants to bring us out of that and back home into fellowship with Him.

Come now. 
“Let’s go home, son.”

Let us reason together.
“Are. You. All right.”

If you refuse and rebel…
“They’ll be waiting on you to hurt you.”

I never served time for the concealed weapon.  Somehow between the night in the cold room and the hearing at the Forrest County Courthouse, the arresting officer decided to just throw the pistol and knife in the creek  (his words). Without evidence, my case was dismissed. 

I still don’t know how my father pulled that off.

I was guilty.  I am free.  The father I thought was just mean and angry and waiting for a chance to judge me and punish me was actually my greatest advocate, my most tender and dauntless protector.  He’d rode into Hell ready to slay everything there to bring me out.  He paid a price I still don’t comprehend to set me free.

There’s so much more to see than we’ve usually seen in the fire of our Father’s eyes.

His eyes were like a flame of fire, and on His head were many crowns. He had a name written that no one knew except Himself.   And He has on His robe and on His thigh a name written: KING OF KINGS AND LORD OF LORDS.  (Revelations 19: 12, 16)
  
---Anderson T. Graves II   is a writer, community organizer and consultant for education, ministry, and rural leadership development.

Rev. Anderson T. Graves II is pastor of Miles Chapel CME Church in Fairfield, Alabama;  executive director of the Substance Abuse Youth Networking Organization (SAYNO);  and director of rural leadership development for the National Institute for Human Development (NIHD).

Subscribe to my personal blog  www.andersontgraves.blogspot.com .

Email atgravestwo2@aol.com
Follow me on twitter @AndersonTGraves 
#Awordtothewise

You can help support this ministry with a donation to Miles Chapel CME Church.

You can help support Rev. Graves’ work by visiting his personal blog and clicking the DONATE button on the right-hand sidebar.

Support by check or money order may be mailed to 
Miles Chapel CME Church
P O Box 132

Fairfield, Al 35064

Thursday, June 26, 2014

SILENCE IS NOT CONSENT

“So do not pray for this people, or lift up a cry or prayer for them; for I will not hear them in the time that they cry out to Me because of their trouble.” (Jeremiah 11: 14)

Often, people take arguments personally.  When you actively dispute their position, they take it to mean that you don’t like them--- personally don’t like them.  But that’s not necessarily so, especially if your argument is the honest exposition of God’s Word.

God told Ezekiel, “Son of man, I have made you a watchman for the house of Israel; therefore hear a word from My mouth, and give them warning from Me.  (Ezekiel 3: 17)

God sent Ezekiel to argue with Israel because God wanted Israel to change, because if Israel changed then God could help them.

When the prophets are loud, it means that God is offering mercy instead of destruction.

On the other hand, people tend to think that when you stop audibly disagreeing with them that it means they won the argument

Not necessarily so.  Sometimes it means that you’re just through arguing with this fool and you’re just gone leave them to continue in their foolishness and bear the consequences of it.

Like when God told Moses, “Now therefore, let Me alone, that My wrath may burn hot against them and I may consume them.” (Exodus 32: 10)  

Silence doesn’t mean consent.  And prophetic silence, means exactly the opposite.    Prophetic silence means that God has turned against you so thoroughly that He doesn’t even want to talk about it.

There are men and women of God who truly live for the Lord and who speak His Truth with accuracy and integrity.  They speak the same things, confirming that they are led by the same Spirit.

When all or a bunch of them suddenly go quiet----- that’s when you need to be afraid, very afraid.

When they’ve been warning you and warning you about the path you’re on and they just suddenly shut up----- it doesn’t mean that you’ve won them over to your side.  It means that God has told them to let it go and move out of the way.

But we don’t see it that way.  We think we’ve won the “cultural argument,” “shifted cultural discourse in our favor,” or “isolated the opposition.” 

But consider the people who are quiet now.   Do they say what’s popular, or do they say what God tells them to say?

And if they speak God’s Word, don’t you think they’ll also keep God’s silence?

When the prophets are loud, it means that God is offering mercy instead of destruction. When the prophets go silent, it means that God is pissed off.

And it is a dreadful thing to fall into the hands of a silent God.

---Anderson T. Graves II   is a writer, community organizer and consultant for education, ministry, and rural leadership development.

Rev. Anderson T. Graves II is pastor of Hall Memorial CME Church in Montgomery, Alabama, executive director of the Substance Abuse Youth Networking Organization (SAYNO) and director of rural leadership development for the National Institute for Human Development (NIHD).

Email atgravestwo2@aol.com
To listen to sermons and learn more about the ministry at Hall Memorial CME Church, visit www.hallmemorialcme.blogspot.com .

You can help support this ministry by clicking the DONATE button on the right-hand sidebar.

Support by check or money order may be mailed to
Hall Memorial CME Church
541 Seibles Road

Montgomery, AL 36116