When Billy Graham Said “No”…

Integrated crowd at Billy Graham Crusade

 Billy Graham was a son of the segregated South.  He grew up, as did I, with signs declaring “Whites Only” and “No Colored Served Here.”  Division by race was the abnormal accepted thing.  It was understood that black people who showed up at “white” churches would be met at the door and redirected to a church for “their kind.”

Billy Graham became a national figure in 1949 with the Los Angeles crusade.  Invitations to conduct city-wide crusades poured in, including invitations in Southern cities.  During the first Southern city-wide crusades, whites and blacks were seated in different sections, as was the custom.  But the Holy Spirit began to trouble Billy’s heart.

The defining moment came in 1953, before the Montgomery Bus Boycott and Martin Luther King, before lunch counter sit-ins, before Civil Rights marches.  It happened in Chattanooga, a southern city with deep racial division (what southern city didn’t have deep racial divisions?).

The stadium where the crusade was to held had been divided into white and black sections, as was the custom.  Ropes marked the division.

When Billy Graham came to the stadium prior to the first night of the crusade, he saw the ropes.  This time, he said, “No.”  With holy passion he mounted the steps of the stadium and began to pull down the ropes and the signs.  Local Crusade organizers tried to stop him.  He bluntly told them, “Leave the ropes down or you can have the crusade without me.”  The ropes stayed down.  The gospel was preached.  Whites and blacks came forward together to receive Christ.  Because one man said, “No.”

It is hard now, in 2018, to realize how courageous this act was.  Just three years after Chattanooga, Billy Graham’s pastor, W. A. Criswell, would proclaim to the South Carolina Legislature that “anyone who believes in integration is dead from the neck up.”  Graham quickly made a statement to the press, saying, “My pastor and I have never seen eye-to-eye on the race question.”  What Graham did not say was that a great number of his financial backers expected Graham to support segregation or at least stay silent on race.  But Graham would not budge.  Every crusade would integrated – period.  For more than twenty years, Billy Graham refused to hold a crusade in South Africa, until segregation laws were repealed.

True, Billy Graham did not march with Martin Luther King, Jr.  By his own admission, he became too involved in politics during the Nixon Administration.  He was not perfect, nor did he claim to be.

But for millions of Americans who had been touched by his ministry, a new thought formed: “If Billy Graham says ‘no’ to segregation, maybe I should say ‘no’ too.”

I remember as a child seeing televised crusades.  The camera would pan over the choir and I would see black people singing next to white people.  I had never seen that growing up in rural Florida.  Even in my child’s mind, something said, “This must good, if it’s happening at a Billy Graham crusade.”

Billy Graham has always been my hero.  He preached the gospel.  Millions came to know Jesus.  He used modern media to share Jesus.  He made it okay to have music that sounded contemporary in Christian gathering.  He spoke as the prophet America needed to hear, once saying to a white audience, “We have been proud and thought we were better than any other race, any other people. Ladies and gentlemen, we are going to stumble into hell because of our pride.”  He was the nation’s pastor, a calming voice of faith when tragedy struck.

And he tore down the ropes.

Thank you, Billy Graham, for saying “No.”

We Have Met the Enemy and He is Us…

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How many more times must this be breaking news? A disgruntled former student, who was identified as a threat, took an AR-15 into his old school, opened fire, and killed seventeen.  They went to school that day, never dreaming it would their last day on earth.

The wearying debate renews between gun advocates and gun controllers.  Facebook fingers point in every direction.  We all want to find who to blame.  Was it the parents?  The school administration?  Teachers who failed to make a report about the troubled student?

What if the system didn’t break down?  What if the problem is the system itself?  What if the problem is the culture we are building?

Culture is a strange thing: it is built by what is accepted by the majority.  Choice by choice, the majority builds the culture it wants.  We may decry a culture of violence, but we still purchase video games that allow us to give virtual opponents a gory death.  Parents try hard not to warp their children and become so hands off they leave the souls of their children blank slates.  We push sex and technology onto our children before they have the wisdom to make good decisions.  It is easier to be carried by the tide than to fight against it.

Resisting what is accepted by the majority has always been God’s agenda.  God said to Noah, “I want you to resist this culture.  Build an ark.  Be foolish.  I’m going to save you.”  God said to his people in the desert on the way to the Promised Land, “You are not to be like the nations around you.  You are to be my people and follow my ways, my teaching.”  Jesus said, “I do not give you as the worlds gives.  Do not let your heart be troubled and do not be afraid.”

The call to God’s people is the same: Resist the darkness.  Resist the violence.  Dare to parent your children like Jesus would, and risk being called the most unpopular parent in the world (you will survive).  Churches, invest in children and students.  Their homes are broken and they need to know God’s people love them and accept them.

Jesus followers, stop being entertained by violence.  It is not entertaining.  It is sending a message.  Hollywood says, “We’re only making movies people want to see.”  Let’s send a message back, “I don’t want to see that.”

Do you own a gun?  Make sure it’s locked so kids can’t get to it.  Own an AR-15?  Ask Jesus if that’s something you really need.  Even if he says “yes,” I’ll bet he also says, “Lock it up.”  You might say, “Nobody’s going to get my AR-15 and shoot up a school.”  That’s not the point.  The point is you should ask Jesus what he thinks.  Or do you trust Jesus only with heavenly matters and tell him to stay away from what you treasure?

I don’t know if Jesus followers can stem this tide of violence.  I don’t know if we can stop children from killing children.  But I know this: Jesus followers can live by a different culture, the culture of the Kingdom of God.  That’s where we’re supposed to be.

Years ago, Walt Kelly drew a cartoon of his character Pogo, looking at a trash filled swamp.  He said to his friend, Porcupine, “We have met the enemy and he is us.”

Look at the swamp of this violent culture.  Who trashed it?  We did.  Only Jesus can redeem it.  His church is to be his agent of redemption, people who say, we will not live by this culture of violence.  We will be different.

For Jesus followers, it’s time for the enemy to longer be us.  Stop aiding the cause of the enemy.  Let’s be citizens of a different kingdom, the kingdom of light, peace, joy, and powerful redemption – the Kingdom of God.

 

Four Letter Words…

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There is nothing better than a tangerine.  When I grew up, down behind the barn, along the fence line of the lot, there were three big tangerine trees.  There is no telling how old those trees were.  When tangerines were in season, we’d take a break, pick a tangerine off the tree, peel back the rind, and eat each slice.  Refreshing.

Racoons like tangerines too.  Each year there was a struggle between the racoons and Pop, my step-father, over who got the most tangerines.  Pop rarely got mad, but he hated to see tangerines wasted as racoon food.  Finally, he’d had enough.  “Clay,” he said, “Come on.  We’re going to pick the rest of those tangerines before the racoons get them all.”

We propped a ladder against the tree, and I put my foot on the first rung.  Pop said, “No.  You stay on the ground and catch ‘em.  I’ll go up the tree and throw ‘em down.”  I protested that I was younger and lighter.  He was insistent.  So up the ladder he went.

Pop was pretty agile for a sixty-five-year-old man.  Before long, he stepped off the ladder and onto the branches of the tree.  He had been a baseball player in high school and could pitch tangerines to me on the ground with deadly accuracy.  I’m still not sure why he wanted to climb the tree himself.  He did believe if you wanted something done right, do it yourself.  Or maybe, he just wanted to feel young again and climb a tree.

We had picked a bushel of tangerines, but there were still some high in the tree, where the ladder wouldn’t reach.  You’ve heard of a “bridge too far?”  There is also such a thing as a “limb too far.”  Pop went one limb too far.

I heard a loud crack.  Then I saw Pop, all 180 pounds of him, falling toward me.  A good son would have caught his father, or at least broken his fall.  I was not a good son.  I ran.

There was an old metal gate under the tangerine tree.  The grass had overgrown it, so it wasn’t easy to see.  As Pop plummeted to earth, I waited for him to turn over and land on all fours, like a cat.  He was agile, but not that agile.  He landed flat on his back, on the metal gate, with the thud of metal resisting bone.

The fall didn’t knock him out.  Amazingly, he sprang right up off that metal gate and grabbed his head.

Pop was not the first person I’d seen get hurt on the ranch.  Cowboys have colorful, four-letter words to deploy whenever they are run over by a bull, or kicked by horse, or put a nail through their hand.  Those words were all appropriate for use when you fall out of a tangerine tree.

Pop was not a cussing man.  In fact, I had never heard him cuss.  Never.  As he sprung up from the ground, I thought the moment would finally come.  I would hear him swear.  I would hear four-letter words.

Pop said, “Kiss my foot.”

Not exactly the four-letter words I expected.

We all have four-letter words we use for emphasis.  I’m sure you have some in your vocabulary.  God uses four-letter words for emphasis too.  Whenever we fall out of life, God comes to us with four-letter words…Love. Hope. Rest. Heal. Calm. Gift.

God’s four-letter words are the words your soul longs to hear.  God’s four-letter words are a lot better than “Kiss my foot.”  Or some of the other four-letter words I’ve heard.

Jesus Talks to Outsiders; Jesus Talks to Insiders

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There are always outsiders who don’t quite fit in.  Outsiders may be outside by an inch: an odd quirk keeps them out of the inner circle.  Outsiders may be outside by a mile: their skin is the wrong color, or their religion is wrong, or their culture is a threat.  We like to keep people outside our circle… well, outside.  We push them to the margin.  We blame them for their problems.  When outsiders come to our church, our smiles are a little forced, and they pick up the cue: go find your own people.

Jesus met outsiders in his day.  Tax collectors were outsiders.  Jesus met at least two. To Matthew he said, “Follow me.”  “Follow me” is the ultimate invitation to become an insider.  To Zacchaeus, he said, “I going to stay at your house today.”  This is less an invitation, and more Jesus busting down the door of the outsider to say, “I’ve come to make you an insider.”

In Jesus’s day, women were outsiders.  For Jewish males, foreign women were seen as exotic temptresses.  Jewish women were thought by some to be of value only for bearing children.  Jesus stopped to noticed women, not as sexual objects or reproductive agents.  He gave hope back to a widow when he raised her son from the dead.  When a woman who had ongoing bleeding touched the hem of his garment, he stopped to discover her, and then pronounced her healed.  He protected a woman caught in adultery from being stoned.  His longest recorded conversation was with a Samaritan woman at a well.  He changed her life and her village.

Every time Jesus encounters the outsider, he speaks to them invitingly.  He notices them.  He lets each of them know they matter to God.

There are always insiders who have position and power.  Oddly, insiders often protest they are not insiders.  Sometimes they do this so their power can stay hidden.  Sometimes they protest because they are genuinely clueless about their privilege.

We all long to be inside.  This longing is so deep, if we are deprived of it, we will create our own insider group to exclude others (usually people from another insider group that threaten us).  Kids from dysfunctional families join a gang.  A group at work forms to gossip about another group at work that gossips.  We want to be inside.

Jesus met insiders too.  Pharisees were insiders.  Their keeping of the religious code made them the spiritual elite.  Every time Jesus encountered a Pharisee, he challenged their ideas of superiority.  When Jesus met Nicodemus, a Pharisee, he opened the discussion with a challenge: “You must be born again.” Translation: your insider status counts for nothing.

The rich young ruler was an insider, based on the fact he was rich, young, and a ruler.  Jesus loved him enough to tell him to sell everything he had, give it to the poor, and follow him.  A more radical challenge could not have been giving. The rich young ruler couldn’t do it.  Being an insider was more important than following Jesus.

Every time Jesus met an insider, he challenged them.  He challenged their convictions.  He was fearless.  He did not need or want their approval.  He had no desire to enter their inner circle.  He wanted every insider to turn away from the insider circles they had created to realize the radical change they needed.

Churches are supposed to speak like Jesus. Followers of Jesus need to speak invitingly and warmly to all outsiders.  We need to say, “Come and see.”  Followers of Jesus need to speak confrontively to insiders, especially to ourselves.  There are too many opportunities to fool ourselves into believing we’re special because we keep a religious code.  Maybe instead of passing the peace of Christ, we should pass the challenge of Christ: “Are you humbly seeking Jesus each day?”

Don’t miss the truth of Jesus: He loves the outsiders enough to invite them in.  He loves the insiders enough to challenge them with the truth.  Which way is he loving you?

Trust Enough to Ask…

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When you are a new believer, and you read Jesus’s words, “Ask and it will be given; seek and you will find; knock and the door will be open to you,” it sounds like magic.  Ask for what I want?  Answers given whenever I seek?  Closed doors opening?  This is Jesus’s invitation to pray boldly.  So, you do.  You ask for your husband to change.  You want God to answer why someone you love got cancer.  You knock on a closed door, knowing that God will so convict your Dad, that he will pick up the phone and call you after a three-year silence.

You wait for your husband to change.  And you wait.  And wait.  The turmoil in your heart about why a good person suffers doesn’t go away.  Your Dad’s number never shows up on your phone.  Then you are left with deep unease.  Did Jesus not keep his promise?  Did you not have enough faith?  Did Jesus lie?

Bible scholars and preachers handle Jesus’s promise in two ways.  First, they try to explain Jesus’s words are not what they seem to be.  They try to limit the scope of the promise, or draw in other scripture that seems to teach us to limit our asking.  The outcome of this teaching is timid prayer, anemic prayer, prayer that doesn’t move a grain of sand, much less a mountain.

The second way preachers explain Jesus’s words is to claim this as a faith promise.  We are to ask, seek, and knock and God will give.  Preachers thunder, “You have not, because you ask not!”  Then they get in their Mercedes and go home.  If God is not giving you the sweet life, it is because you don’t ask, or you don’t ask in faith.  The outcome of this teaching is foolish asking and foolish thinking.  “Name it and claim it” turns God into a heavenly Amazon Prime, delivering blessings to our door.

What did Jesus mean?

When my daughter Sarah was two, she asked me to go by Sonic and get some ice cream.  I told her “no.”  She asked again.  I said “no” again.  She paused, thought and then said, “Daddy, Jesus wants you to get me some ice cream.”

I wonder where she learned that?

Sarah did not get ice cream that day.  I wasn’t being cruel.  I was being wise.  She needed a nap and the sugar in the ice cream would wind her up for hours.  When I told Sarah “no” she thought I was the cruelest Dad in the world.

I’ve told this story before as an example of our heavenly Father knowing our needs better than we know our own.  That’s still true.  It’s only recently, however, that I realize how much Sarah trusted me.  She knew her father loved her (and loves her still).  Even at two, she knew I was the source of good gifts.  So when she wanted ice cream, she asked her father.  She trusted me enough to ask.

I think this is what Jesus is teaching us.  Trust your Heavenly Father to ask, seek and knock.  Trust him with raw desires of your heart.  Don’t try to edit your prayer to make it perfect or acceptable.

But remember asking is the first step of prayer.  It starts a conversation.  Asking means listening for God to speak back to you and tell you, you don’t need ice cream, you need a nap.  It means trusting him enough to lie and take the nap.

Ask boldly.  Trust boldly.  Trust your heavenly Father enough to ask.

Now, I need to decide if I need ice cream or a nap.