The article had the potential to offend some people if they took it seriously, namely Baptists and Catholics, even though it is the sharing of one man's (mine) journey, and was written somewhat tongue-in-cheek for entertainment value.
After several watering down re-writes and vascillating decisions about whether or not to publish in the church Newsletter, the Editor finally made a firm decision that it would not be appropriate, and suggested that I put the article in a blog. So here it is, for your enlightenment and entertainment. I hope that you enjoy the read and that you are not offended. But if you are, well, like theysay in Russia, "tough shitsky".
So You Used to
Be a Baptist
by Bill Hines
In conversations
around the church, everyone, at one time or another, has heard someone utter
the phrase, “I was raised a Baptist . . .”. Most prominent are husbands who married Methodist
women. It is rare to find a couple
in that situation who choose to settle in the Baptist Church. There are also cases of women marrying
into Methodism, although somewhat rare.
There are also other reasons for Baptists becoming Methodists, e.g.,
being drawn to our choirs or other programs or being urged by neighbors to
visit our church. We even have three staff members who were Baptist before
signing on.
I fall into the ‘married a
Methodist’ category. But,
regardless of what made the Baptist a Methodist, there are some central
doctrinal differences that can be difficult for the Baptist to overcome. My story exemplifies these hurdles,
here enumerated:
1. Pastors/ministers
wear robes in worship;
2. Candles
burn on the altar during worship services;
3. Baptism
without immersion;
4. Infant
baptism;
5. Prayers
of Confession;
6. Creeds;
7. Laity
assist with the Lord’s Supper;
8. Use
of the word “communion”.
9. Bishops
There is also a difference in the way converts are received
into the church, but that’s beyond the scope of this discussion.
The nine items
listed above have direct correlations to the Catholic faith. To Baptists, when I was a youth, anything
Catholic was bad. Keywords that
invoke a deeply embedded psychological rejection are equally present in
Methodism and Catholicism: robes, candles, sprinkling, infant baptism,
confession, creed, communion.
Brain-washing is too strong a term, but indoctrination against anything
resembling Catholicism, was thorough and effective.
So when we Baptists suddenly
become Methodists, we are laden with denominational baggage. I can only speak for myself, but I will
share parts of my journey to overcome my Baptist upbringing:
1. So
the preacher wears a robe. So
what? Big deal!
2. Two
candles are innocuous, and symbolize Christ bringing light into the world and
the church taking it out to the world. What’s wrong with that?
3. The
Baptism Service template found in the United Methodist Hymnal, states that
baptism is an initiation into the body of Christ, the church. It is not
magical, and no supernatural act occurs.
There is no expectation that the process somehow causes a paranormal transformation. Makes sense to me. I buy that.
4. Infant
baptism simply puts the responsibility for the Christian upbringing of the
child squarely on the parents, guardians, or responsible adults. The child is
still responsible for his own conversion declaration (with the assistance of
some intense presentation of information to the ‘confirmation class’).
5. How
can you argue with the prayers of
confession found in the Methodist Hymnal –prayed either collectively or
individually? We have sinned and
fallen short of the glory of God.
We confess and we repent.
This one was easy for me.
6. Creeds—as
a child growing up, I had no idea what a creed was, only that my church said
that creeds were evil and should be shunned. I must admit, I can’t say that I agree with every point made
in the Apostles’ and Nicene Creeds.
But they are ritual, liturgical statements, and as such, are good
summaries of the facets of Christian beliefs. I don’t have to memorize nor do I need to boycott them. If recitation by the corporate body
bothers my lingering religious upbringing, I just say to myself, “It doesn’t
matter; it doesn’t matter,” etc.
7. In
the Baptist Church, only ordained ministers can administer elements of the
Lord’s Supper (Heaven forbid that we should ever call it “communion”). I had a hard time with this one. Methodist pastors asked me to assist
and I had to say, “no, not yet”.
Then, finally, one day, I—you might have guessed: I got over it!
8. The
term communion still bugs me, subconsciously. It is so-o-o-o Catholic. But there’s only one thing for me to do, though,
unless I want to walk back across 4th Street—that’s to “get over
it”! I’m sure that I will.
9. Bishops
are components of an episcopacy—oh Lord, there’s another one.
I think this list encompasses
all my borne Baptist hang-ups. Fellow former Baptists, have I omitted any? Maybe we should form a support group
for former Baptists—maybe a Sunday School class. We could call it the “Get Over It Class”.