The Bible Isn’t a Prop (But That’s How We Use It)

Some cheered and some took offense to the President’s picture in front of St. John’s Church, holding a closed Bible. It may be that we all need to stop in front of an opened Bible for a little while.

Pastors LOVE to talk.

In case you have not noticed this.

This is our task, our calling. Even an introverted pastor (and there are some) has to figure out a way to effectively do this. Primarily, we are tasked with talking about the Bible, challenging people to go in-depth in their study and understanding of a text that we view as holy and sacred.

To a large extent, we have failed. The evidence may be a photo in front of St. John’s Church in Washington, D.C.

Forget about the wealth of debatable issues surrounding the events that led the President of the United States across the street from his house. Forget the tear gas “debate,” the picture, the motives for the photo, etc. Let’s talk about the response to the photo.

A number of ministers, including those affiliated with St. John’s, took great offense at the creation of this photo opportunity. The response of many ministers was to say that “The Bible is not a prop!” I can completely understand the frustration and the sentiment.

But they are wrong. The Bible is a prop, in far too many places and contexts where it is not supposed to be.

This does not justify anything that happened around the picture of the President in front of the church. It does mean that our response—be it outrage or adoration—to the President’s actions are not justified.

Donald Trump just did what preachers and pastors and those who listen to them do far too often. We treat the Bible as something that it is not, as something that God never intended it to be.

Witnesses in court rooms for years put their hand on a Bible and swear to tell the truth. The prop is apparently designed to keep people from lying because God may strike them down if they take this oath. Yet, we fail to ask them if they actually believe any of the words of the Bible. Not to mention that this oath never really addresses what Jesus says about the subject in Matthew 5.

After making this pledge on this holy book, some witnesses lie, manipulate, deceive, dodge, duck, dip, and dive. Who can blame them, when they see so many others in the courtroom, including those with authority, doing the same thing to varying degrees?

Many of us have a family Bible or other Bibles on display in our homes, maybe even at our places of business. How often do we open those Bibles and let ourselves ponder what the words mean?

Christians have raged for years about how God and the Bible are “removed” from our schools, not allowed inside the walls. As a youth minister, I heard parents rant and watched them post memes about this very topic. Yet the majority of the students in my group never brought a Bible to church. Many did not even know where their Bible was, which probably made reading it quite a challenge.

Some pastors love to hold the Bible in the air and declare it as the “inherent, infallible Word of God” as congregants nod their approval. But declarations about the Bible do not equal understanding of it. Besides, how can we know if the pastor is preaching the Bible when we never crack the spine of one, or at least visit on occasion?

We love to pick certain verses to prove to others what is morally right or wrong, without looking at the context of these passages. Sometimes these beliefs just echo what we heard in church some Sunday or from our parents/grandparents, and we have no idea if they are truly in the Bible.

I encounter Christians who love to declare what the Bible “clearly states.” It is interesting that the Bible never “clearly states” anything that is contrary to what they already think or were taught for most of their life. Furthermore, some of these folks offer little love or Christ-like charity to those who do not agree with their view of the Bible’s clarity.

How often do we truly struggle with the text, letting the meaning and purpose guide us beyond our preconceived ideas or traditional interpretation? What might become of us if we took on the scriptures that we do not like, or that challenge us to real change, or that totally blow up our religious training and world view? Heaven forbid!

Many Christians hold the Bible up as something to be followed, rather than letting the Bible point us to the Christ that we are supposed to follow and emulate in everything that we say and do. We come dangerously close to making the Bible an idol, something to be seen and discussed but never truly heard.

Worse yet, some people use the Bible as a weapon instead of a prop. They use it to bash the heads of those who disagree with them, or pick verses that cut into the heart of another person.

Perhaps President Trump simply did what he has seen many of us do on a daily basis, whether we want to admit it or not. He just did it right out in the open, where we might try to hide it.

As offensive as his action was—and to me, it was horribly offensive—we are no less guilty of holding up Bibles to show our commitment, rather than opening our hearts and minds to what the Scripture says.

It is time for us to acknowledge the command of Christ that is in the Bible to care for the poor and tend the prisoner and clean the wounds of the hurting.

It is time to hear the Word of the Lord that we are to love our neighbor as ourselves and sacrifice our comfort for the well-being of others (a task at which I fail on a regular basis).

It is time to live the scripture that God IS love, and we prove that most effectively when we love others.

It is time to read how Jesus sees, feels, and empowers the pain of those who are hurting and suffering in so many ways.

It is time for us to end our “Whataboutisms” and stop pointing to other people. Instead of saying “What about him?,” we can start answering Jesus when He tells us to follow.

It is time for us to decide, “Who do you say that I am?”

It is time to recognize that Jesus is not our ticket to heaven. Jesus is here for us to bring the Kingdom of God in the here and now. That means standing for equity, justice, mercy, and humanity for all people in the here and now.

It is time to stop worshipping the Jesus that we think is in the Bible, and discover the hard, challenging path of the Living Christ that is actually in the Bible.

I have scripture references for every one of the above points. Feel free to search for some yourself, or feel free to contact me if you would like to know what they are.

We should be offended at someone using the Bible as prop for a photo op. The true path to change is for Christians to stop using the Bible as a prop in their own lives. If we truly believe that all are created in the image of God and deserve to be treated as such, then that is the steep and rocky path we must choose.

This may not stop police brutality or lynching or racism or hatred. But it will surely lead us to speak up and work to do something about it.

It is time for all of us to stop our strategic placement of closed Bibles, and start opening it up to do what it actually says.

Ahmaud Arbery: Is It Too Late for Hope?

White Christian outrage at the callous murder of Ahmaud Arbery is about 200 years too late. But there is at least a chance that this is truly a case of better late than never.

If you have watched the video and are not outraged at Ahmaud Arbery’s murder, you may want to go to the doctor or call for a telemed appointment. Because something is wrong.

Say his name: Ahmaud Arbery

While some will continue to excuse this as a “justifiable” homicide, many (and hopefully most) people are clamoring for action to bring the murderers to justice. As well we should. Minus an outcry from the Arbery family, the Brunswick community, and social media, this case might well have turned into another whitewashed murder of a black person.

While there remains a long and pothole-filled road to travel, murder charges thankfully went on file May 7, 2020. And people cheered—for the most part. Some also went on the defensive, as this pastor (not identified) did in a tweet.


A white pastor’s defensive outrage seems a lot more like standing near the vulnerable rather than with them. Certainly, not all white southerners or white Christians act like these men did. But the painful reality is that we—and that means all of us—handed the “broad brush” to the victim and his family, as well as those who support them.

If they choose to paint with it, we have no one to blame but ourselves.

Until we acknowledge that reality, we will continue to be guilty of failing to stop the inexcusable violence that is disproportionately visited on people of color. This guilt runs from the border with Mexico to coastal Georgia to Charleston, and all around these United States. And as they have for centuries, white Christians—particularly in the South—often remain silent.

I am glad that many white people, including Southerners and Christians, are crying out for justice. But let us not take any offense or bring any self-righteous indignation to the table if we are called out for being way too late to the party.

As Dr. King said 57 years ago, “…I must confess that over the past few years I have been gravely disappointed with the white moderate. I have almost reached the regrettable conclusion that the Negro’s great stumbling block in his stride toward freedom is not the White Citizen’s Counciler or the Ku Klux Klanner, but the white moderate, who is more devoted to “order” than to justice; who prefers a negative peace which is the absence of tension to a positive peace which is the presence of justice…Lukewarm acceptance is much more bewildering than outright rejection.”

Just because we are speaking out this time does not excuse the wealth of history to the contrary. Our silence is the “lukewarm acceptance” that allows the status quo to exist—and I am guilty of being both absent and silent.

Where were we for Trayvon Martin, a young black man killed by a rent-a-cop for wearing a hoodie in a neighborhood?

Where were we for Tamir Rice, gunned down for playing with a BB gun?

Where were we for Walter Scott? Or Philando Castile? Or any other of the African Americans killed for charges as simple as failure to signal?

Where were we when the Charleston 9 were gunned down, and many white Southern Christians seemed far more upset over the removal of the Confederate flag from the South Carolina State House than they were about the murders?

Where were we for James Byrd?

Where were we for Addie Mae Collins, Cynthia Wesley, Carole Robertson, and Carol Denise McNair?

Where were we for Emmett Till?

Now we can add Breonna Taylor and George Floyd to the list–unnecessary violence that took the lives of African Americans since I started writing this piece.

Shaking our head and saying, “How sad!” when we read these histories will hardly justify our desire to erase the past.

Where were we for the 4000+ African Americans who were lynched following the Civil War?

For that matter, where were we for those who demanded their freedom after that war? Did we support their God-given humanity, or support a whitewashed and bastardized Gospel intended to keep people “in their place?”

Do we speak out on behalf of love and justice for all humanity, or do we excuse ourselves by saying, “Hey, I didn’t do that stuff!”?

I never took a bite out of a piece of fruit in the Garden of Eden after God told me not to, but it is for sure that this action has eternally impacted the course of my life. “Not me!” is not a legitimate justification before God.

Until we get ready to own our baggage, to acknowledge our history rather than cover it, and confess our complicity rather than issuing outraged denials, we will continue to be painted with the “broad brush.” Until Christians and pastors become more concerned about calling out our original sin in the south, we will continue to be haunted by the images of Ahmaud Arbery and thousands of others.

I have failed all too often in this task. I have chosen the security of a job and a good salary over the challenge to speak truth to power. But it does not have to stay this way. The power of Christ and the Holy Spirit means that we can speak out in genuine faith. We can confess. We can change. And yes, we can be saved—from the sins we acknowledge as well as those we have too long ignored.

Perhaps–just maybe–the outcry concerning the horrific killing Ahmaud Arbery now offers a measure of hope. While people of color have every justifiable reason to doubt this, I still cling to this possibility amid the present despair.

Perhaps this is the turning point, the moment that we recognize the horrible and egregious existence of institutionalized and ingrained racism that persists in this country.

While not foolish enough to view this as the end of racism, I am hopeful about the number of people who are outraged by this event. I am hopeful that more people will recognize the ongoing toll of racism, embedded within this nation. I am hopeful that more people will recognize their own complicity and innate advantage that they gain from being white in a nation where white still equals right in many sectors.

All white people do not directly act on racist tendencies or visit their deep-seated feelings upon people of color. But we have all benefited from the historically racist foundations of our nation. White people had education, opportunity, economic advantage, and security that has yet to be afforded to people of color. Looking deep within ourselves and recognizing that undeniable reality is not the key to changing black people. It is the key to changing ourselves—and thus ending the historical reality that we inherit.

No awareness is more critical than self-awareness. My prayer is that Ahmaud Arbery’s tragic murder will bring more people to their knees, to open our hearts to our sins of both omission and commission. It is not enough to declare ourselves not directly guilty of racism. We are required by the Living Christ and the scriptures to declare our own complicity, while loudly acting against the continuation of racism.

We can change the world in many ways if we are willing to open our hearts and minds to be changed within ourselves. It is not fun, it is not easy, and it can evoke angry, pained reactions as we face the realities in which we live. Yet it is absolutely essential if we are going to be changed. And certainly if we are going to change the world.

If we do not make those changes, then we can expect more Ahmaud Arbery cases added to a list that is already far too long. Facing the demons of our noteworthy silence and our racist history is essential to shifting the narrative ever so slightly towards justice.

If a few more people are willing to do that, then perhaps Ahmaud Arbery’s senseless lynching will find some measure of purpose. His life and his memory may shine a terrible and necessary light on the truth of our present reality.


Universities, Sports, and COVID-19: A Defense of My Alma Mater

Alumni and others cry “Foul!” at Furman University ending their baseball and lacrosse programs for men. But some of the complaints show limited understanding of university funding—or the freight train that is bearing down on college athletics.

You will find many who give more money to Furman University than I do. But you will not find many who love the University with any greater passion.

Furman is in my blood. Literally. It is a passion and a legacy handed down to me from my parents, particularly my father.

It therefore crushed me to learn this week that the Furman administration has decided to end its baseball program. 123 years of history just disappeared into oblivion in the blink of an eye. Along with it went the athletic hopes and dreams of young men who wanted to compete at the Division I level.

While it does not hold the long history, the same thing happened to Furman men’s lacrosse. The program has played in Division 1 for only six years, but created a significant presence on the campus.

College baseball is not exactly one of my favorite sports. As for Paladin Lacrosse, I do not even know the rules. The main thing I can tell you is they are crazy enough to play a game where you run around swinging a stick, and they are the most fun fans to see at basketball games

Yet, this is incredibly sad because of the men that came to Furman, with the goal of representing the “diamond F” with pride and dignity. It is crushing that these players had the rug snatched out from under them.

What is also sad is the reaction that some alums and others have demonstrated about this situation. Furman’s administration is facing the same decisions as many other colleges and universities during the COVID-19 crisis: how do we sustain ourselves with the loss of millions in revenue?

Few, if any, of these institutions have a “rainy day” fund that will cover this. Few, if any, will want to hear a defense of Furman University and its decision. I still want to offer some things that might be food for thought.

Keep in mind that this is not hard evidence, but merely reading between the lines, reading the words of President Elizabeth Davis and Athletic Director Jason Donnelly, and talking with some other friends around the higher education community.

  1. Mistakes were made: I do not know exactly what these were, but in retrospect everyone is probably thinking about what they should have or could have done to prevent this. Someone likely made some poor decisions at some point, and hopefully will learn better for the future.

I doubt that this rises to the level of some of the wild speculation that I see on social media about how Furman spends its money. But harsh moves like this often come with great regret that we do not get many “mulligans” in life. Clearly people who had to make this call are also looking at how the University can avoid this in the future.

Probably the most logical charge that fans are lobbying is that the athletic department overextended itself by adding lacrosse. Keep in mind that the people who made that decision are no longer at Furman! That leaves the current admins to deal with the problem under the most difficult of circumstances.

  1. Some of this was coming, COVID-19 or not: Based on Donnelly’s letter to fans and alumni, he knew coming into the job (and he’s only been on it one year), some decision had to be made regarding the number of sports at Furman. 20 varsity Division I teams for a school with roughly 2800 undergraduates is not sustainable. Again, these decisions happened long before Donnelly or Dr. Davis arrived, but they are left to clean up the problem.
  2. Endowments are not checking accounts: I could offer a lot of opinions about universities and endowments and the attitude towards those endowed funds. And a lot of those opinions may sound less than generous.

However, let us go in another direction. Many alums are saying, “Why not just dip into those hundreds of millions of endowment dollars to keep things moving?”

If only it were that simple…

First off, you cannot treat the endowment like a debit card. Endowed dollars are often designated dollars. That means a lot of folks gave for specific purposes, and you cannot shift that money without a truckload of legal wrangling. Using endowed funds for an undesignated purpose would bring another truckload of legal issues.

Second, remember that the endowment has lost $100 million during the COVID-19 crisis due to stock fluctuations and investment losses. Can the University afford to spend part of that when more losses could come? That is a loss of dividends and interest that funds other programs, including academic programs. Borrowing from Peter to pay Paul is often a bad idea.

  1. The University is honoring scholarships: The critical aspect here is that Furman is not snatching away the educational opportunity from their recruits. While it is sad that these young men must go elsewhere to continue athletics, they can still take advantage of a top-level education.

Paladin athletics, especially football, means the world to me. Surely, athletes in other sports feel the same about their programs. But it is only a fraction of what Furman University as a whole means to me. For all that athletics did, the academics made the ultimate difference in my life.

I wish that these men could stay to play. The biggest difference Furman offers is found in the classroom, and that will ultimately give them their greatest value, should they choose to take that route.

  1. If anyone believes there is malfeasance by the administration, then bring the charges: I was dumb enough to engage in social media “battles” this week over this decision. Some accused the administration of fraud, mismanagement, wastefulness, etc. Some believe that Furman should be investigated by law enforcement.

I say that if you believe this, then bring your charges. And receipts. If any graduate or donor thinks that this can be proven, stop making unfounded accusations and bring the evidence. If there is wrongdoing, I will join you in calling it out.

But I doubt it. I doubt even less that anyone has the guts to bring a formal accusation or any level of proof.

  1. Furman may be the first, but it will not be the only: The notion that this is the only institution who will make cuts because of COVID-19 is simply disingenuous. Plenty of athletic programs will have to make difficult and painful cuts, even those with state funding and much larger student populations than Furman.

Central Michigan already pulled out the chopping block. Will Muschamp is taking a temporary pay cut at South Carolina. Some estimate that college football as a whole could lose $4 billion this year. And larger state schools are looking at similar issues.

If this is all due to mismanagement by administration, there is plenty of blame to go around. More likely, it is due to universities looking to take drastic, unwanted measures to deal with an intense loss of revenue that will hit the many rather than the few.

  1. I will not stop giving to or supporting Furman University: I am certainly upset with this turn of events, even more that this may not be the end of it (although I hope it is). But I am more hopeful that this is an anomaly, and not some sign of any significant wrongdoing.

Some folks have suggested that I should quit giving to Furman because of this. Why on earth would I stop giving to the school that I love for so many reasons at a time when it needs my support the most?

We give the Furman Football Players Association. We give to the Paladin Club. We give to academic departments and initiatives. And we will continue to give as long as we are able, or until someone can offer proof of why we should not.

We do these things because we believe that a Furman education is an invaluable resource, for students and student-athletes alike. The University is certainly not perfect, by any stretch. But as Ric Flair says, we believe it is the best thing going today.

I stand with Furman when things are great, and I will continue to stand with them right now, when times are tough. In the long run, I still believe the University will end up where it needs to be.

My Faith Is Why I Wear a Mask

Limiting “The image of God” to physical appearance may be downright blasphemous enough. Using our faith as an excuse for not protecting others is actually the very opposite of the image of community in which God calls us to live.

We hear the endless drone of commercials telling us about these “challenging times,” to the point that I am monumentally sick of that phrase. When exactly are we not facing “challenging times?”

Our current “challenge,” however, is not much of a challenge for me at all. It seems that we are now in a battle over willingness to wear a face mask in public. According to some, doing so is the same as covering up the image of God.

We probably do not have time in a blog post to go into the blasphemous idea that God’s image is contained within physical appearance. Does this mean that white people look like God, but people of color do not? Vice-versa? What about people with facial disabilities or other issues society deems “deformities?”

The image of God is much more deeply ingrained within us in a way that extends far beyond physical appearance. I will leave it to my friend Zack Hunt to give a full explanation of what the phrase “image of God” truly means.

But some Christians are now latching onto another angle to justify not wearing a mask or other PPE in public. The newest declaration of “faith” is to state out loud or on social media that “I will not live in fear.”

Allow me to begin my thoughts by stating why I do live in fear, and why I consider wearing a mask because of that fear to be an act of faith.

Our family is partially responsible for the care and well-being of my 80-year old mother. She does well on her own, but we often have to be in contact with her. We also serve as guardians for a long-time friend who had a stroke and now resides in assisted living. Although the facility has restricted visitors for over two months, he now goes out at least once a week for necessary doctors’ visits due to other health issues.

Yes, I am very afraid. Not for myself, but for them. What would I say if they got sick and my defense for this was a refusal to wear a mask, or to take any other recommended precautions?

As for the effectiveness of masks, I have no idea. I am not a doctor or biologist or epidemiologist. But if the majority of doctors, nurses, hospital staff, and medical personnel think they are important, I will side with them. My own discomfort or inconvenience seems fairly petty when it comes to the health and well-being of those that I love.

Actually, maybe the masks are an improvement???

Some may respond, “Well, that’s you. You do what you think is best, but that’s not me.” Rest assured that wearing a mask is not me. But this is not about me. This is about the health and well-being of other people. And if my fear of harming others requires living and acting differently, then it is both faithful to Christ and to Christ’s purpose.

Refusing a mask, social distancing, or other life changes because “I will not live in fear” also strikes me as completely disingenuous. How many people who say this also have insurance? How many are ardent defenders of the second amendment because they fear that someone could attack their home and family? Do any of them have a savings account, an alarm system, or a password on their wifi?

Maybe the word “fear” only applies when something makes us feel uncomfortable or inconvenienced. Or we just do not want to do it.

While my personal circumstances drive these decisions, they really should not matter. Christianity is not a call to unrestricted personal freedom. It is a call to sacrifice personal convenience, and even personal rights in Christ, for the good of the whole community. Numerous passages illustrate this point, but I will focus on two: 1 Corinthians 12 and Romans 14:13-23.

The passage in Corinthians tells us that WE are the “Body of Christ,” with many parts that all serve different functions. But all of us, with individual lives and gifts and talents, all work within the Body of Christ. No one can live fully without recognizing the importance of the other, and the necessity of working together for a good that is far greater than our personal choices.

Verses towards the close of the chapter sum up this position: “But God has put the body together, giving greater honor to the parts that lacked it, 25 so that there should be no division in the body, but that its parts should have equal concern for each other. 26 If one part suffers, every part suffers with it; if one part is honored, every part rejoices with it” (NRSV).

Individual citizens may claim that their personal freedom takes precedent over the concerns of others. Those who claim to be followers of Christ have renounced that luxury. We are called to put ourselves aside for the good of the whole.

Perhaps no passage illustrates this better than Romans 14. Here, Paul completely acknowledges the right of Christians to exercise their personal freedom.

He then turns around and asks them not to exercise that freedom for the good of others.

According to the scriptures, exercising your personal freedom could do harm to other believers, and may drive them away from the Body of Christ. No personal claim is worth the cost to the lives and well-being of those who are—or may become—disciples of Christ. For the good of all, we are expected to set aside any issue of personal privilege, freedom, or convenience.

This is not because we are afraid. It is to help others to deal with whatever risk they face, no matter how small or insignificant it may seem to us. God’s true image is demonstrated when we strive to live as a part of the community of believers rather than trying to spiritual superiority as individuals. When we act for the good of others in community instead of in our own personal self-interest, then we are truly showing the image of God to the world.

Following safety protocols in light of a virus that has killed over 90,000 people in three months is surely an inconvenience, to all of us. And it is impossible to make anyone follow those protocols. Trust me when I tell you that my mother will defy my objections and high-tail it to her hair dresser and nail salon the minute she gets the chance.

But this is not justification for me to stop doing all I can to avoid spreading this virus to her. Or to the nurses who take care of my friend. Or to the grocery clerk who goes to work every day to ring up my groceries. Or to the restaurant employee who prepares my carry-out order. Or to the person who brings my mail. Or to the Amazon delivery driver, whom I have kept exceedingly busy over the last 60+ days.

If I am following safety protocols out of fear for their safety as well as my own, then my fear is well-founded and faithful. And if we are not willing to sacrifice our ease and comfort for that, then God help us.

The Ten Best “Steals” in Atlanta History

Just for a change of pace, I went with a sports blog this week. These ten players came out of nowhere in the draft to make their name with the Falcons.

Anyone who has known me for more than 10 minutes recognizes that I am a crazy fan of the Pittsburgh Steelers. Even my coronavirus mask proves it.

But this wasn’t always the case. In my early life, we got one team every Sunday on our old school Magnavox console TV, and that team was the Atlanta Falcons. And I grew into one of the world’s saddest creatures: a Falcons fan.

Anyone else have a high-tech beauty like this–all the way through high school?

I went nuts when the Falcons won their first playoff game against Philadelphia on Christmas Eve, 1978. I watched with my dad as Steve Bartkowski hit Wallace Francis with the game winner, right before we had to leave for church.

Then I died a little when they lost in Dallas in the ’78 playoffs. I died a lot when they lost to the Cowboys again in the ’80 divisional round, in the old Fulton County stadium. For the record, I have hated everything about the Cowboys for the remainder of my life, with the burning passion of 1000 suns.

Watching this play with my dad was one of many things to seal my love of the game.

This is not to mention the loss to the Redskins in the ’91 playoffs and the horror of Super Bowl XXXIII. And especially in the “Super Bowl that will not be named.”

But a post from a new twitter follower (@FatboiSlim_21) about horrible Falcons draft choices (and there are many options to choose) got me thinking. Where did the Falcons find extraordinary value in the draft or unsigned free agents over the years?

Just for fun, here are the best values for the Falcons in their history.

10. William Andrews – Okay, Andrews wasn’t exactly a “steal” in the 3rd round, which is why he comes in at #10. And I have some serious bias here as he is probably my second-favorite Falcon of all time.

But keep in mind that he was arguably on his way to being one of the greatest—if not the greatest—running backs in history if injuries had not derailed his career. With the bruising style of Jim Brown, speed of Eric Dickerson, hands of a wide receiver, and a 4.6 YPC average, Andrews was surely a steal as a R3 fullback.

And he was about the only player that could convince Steve Bartkowski to throw a pass shorter than a 50-yard bomb. And if you have any questions about Andrews’ greatness, just watch this play.

9. Alfred Jenkins – Again, Jenkins is one of my personal favorites. He spent his first season in the long-defunct World Football League before he signed with Atlanta. As Steve Bartkowski’s favorite target, Jenkins became a highly underrated wide receiver. This followed his career at the football powerhouse known as Morris Brown College.

I remember a story that Jenkins was legally blind but refused to wear glasses because he felt that it forced him to concentrate. That may or may not be true. But without question, Jenkins’ 17.4 YPC average places him among the great steals that the Falcons’ front office ever discovered.

8. Jeff Merrow – As an 11th round pick in the days of a 12-round draft, Merrow was not the most noteworthy player. Selected in 1975, sacks were not a statistic for the majority of his career.

In spite of this, Merrow was a model of consistency as a defensive end in the 3-4 scheme, where down linemen rarely get sacks. He started over 100 games for the Birds over his 9-year career. That’s exceptional consistency and value for a guy who would be undrafted in the modern era.

7. Grady Jarrett – It may be a little early to place Jarrett on this list. But a 5th round pick at nose guard who produces 21.5 sacks is exceptional value in the modern era. As a Steeler fan, I surely wish they had selected him to play in the 3-4 scheme. He’s also the son of someone who will appear further up on this list.

How on earth did this guy hang around until R5?


6. Joel Williams – Once again, I am showing partiality to the 1980 team. After all, I did own a #10 Steve Bartkowski jersey.

Joel Williams had 15.5 sacks that season (unofficial), a record that stood 28 years until John Abraham broke it in 2008. After joining the team in 1979, Williams retired as a Falcon in 1989. Coming from Wisonsin-La Crosse, that’s a pretty solid 11-year career.

5. Rolland Lawrence – The career interceptions leader for the Atlanta Falcons is truly a sad story. After joining the team as an UFA in 1973, Lawrence never missed a game until the end of his career in 1980. He still holds the team’s all-time record with 39 interceptions and made All-Pro in 1977.

In spite of his consistency, Lawrence took the load of the blame for the Falcons’ loss in the 1980 playoffs. After giving up the game winning touchdown on a fluke pass, the front office declared that Lawrence would never play for the Falcons again. And he didn’t—in spite of the fact that the loss was obviously not his fault.

Such a player clearly deserves much more recognition for his role in Falcons’ history.

4. Michael Haynes – As a round 7 draft pick in 1988, Haynes became a serious threat in the Jerry Glanville Run-and-Shoot offense. 47 career touchdowns and a 15.4 YPR average are pretty good for an unknown player out of Northern Arizona.

Haynes was the deep threat needed to allow the wealth of Falcons’ receivers run the short, quick routes that are essential to the Run-and-Shoot system. Although he departed for three seasons with the hated Saints, he came back for one last season to complete his career in Atlanta. That makes him a serious still at pick #166.

3. Jamaal Anderson – How could you ignore the icon of the “Dirty Bird” dance of 1998? The 7th round pick out of Utah practically hauled the Falcons on his shoulders in 1998, all the way to Super Bowl XXXIII.

jandersonAnderson’s career was cut short by injuries, an all too familiar tale for NFL running backs. But what a career it was, amassing 4927 rushing yards in just four full seasons as a starter. Often overlooked is his skill as a receiver, where he amassed a career-high 49 catches in 1996 and 42 in 2000.

With a whopping 437 touches in 1998 (11th highest all-time), Anderson deserved the MVP award for that season. Once again, like many running backs, he was never the same after that workhorse season. He left the game after ruining his knee in 2001 and has struggled mightily with life after football. Still, few 7th-rounders ever accomplished what he did during a career.


2. Jeff Van Note – It pains me to put Van Note at number two. Offensive linemen are, of course, the smartest and most valuable players on the field. (Anyone want to guess what position I played?).

The Falcons drafted Jeff Van Note as a linebacker from the University of Kentucky in the 11th round of the 1969 draft. He then moved to offensive line. All he did from that point was start 226 games, make six pro bowls, and receive two all-pro selections. He was the face of the Falcons in the best and the worst of times, an unequivocal team leader for 18 seasons. He never played for any other team.

The only sad part of this tale is that Van Note is not in the Pro Football Hall of Fame, likely because he played in the same era as many of the great centers in history (who often played for better teams). This error will hopefully be corrected while Jeff Van Note is alive to see it.

1. Jessie Tuggle – #1 and #2 couldn’t be much closer here. But by the slightest of margins, Tuggle gets the nod for the Falcons’ greatest steal of a deal. One reason is that he is the father of the #7 name on this list.

The other reasons are plentiful. As an undrafted free agent from Division II Valdosta State, Tuggle too short, too light, and too slow to be a solid middle linebacker in the NFL.

Or so everyone thought.

Tuggle was especially brutal against the run.

Ignoring the odds, he became the unquestioned face and leader of the franchise for 14 seasons. He earned three all-pro selections, made the pro bowl five times, and led the Falcons to their first Super Bowl following the 1998 season. He was respected as one of the great overachievers in the league with his uncanny nose for the football and the ability to knock the slobber out of his opponents. He was one of the most respected defenders in the NFL throughout his career.

Jessie Tuggle had chances to move along to more successful franchises, but he chose to make Atlanta his one and only team. Sadly, rumor has it that Tuggle has suffered from concussion-related issues following his career. He long held the NFL record for most fumble recoveries for touchdowns.

Honorable Mention (in no particular order) – Tom Pridemore, Brian Finneran, Robert Garza, Alfred Jackson, Fulton Kuykendall, Travis Hall, Erric Peagram, Devonta Freeman

That’s the list—and feel free to disagree or point out players I may have missed. The Falcons have had some wretched draft picks over the years, but they’ve also found some all-time diamonds in the rough.

Now, if they can just find their way back to some classic uniforms, we might really have something to discuss!



Holding Church in a Pandemic

Insisting on large gatherings for worship while dealing with COVID-19 shows a lack of faith, and perhaps ignores the Greatest Commandments.

I “grew up” in a rural community known as Camden County, NC.

No, I did not spend my childhood or school years there. The growing pains (and joys) that I experienced came as a very young first-time pastor of a country church. As I have written previously, it was a glorious experience.

If any community is tailor-made for social distancing, it is Camden. On the front of our home in that farming/bedroom town, I had to walk 40 yards to get to our closest across-the-street neighbor. And don’t even think about trying to walk to the back yard (or, back 40) neighbors.

The problem with this type of natural separation is it also makes community gatherings all the more vital. School events are packed to the rafters. Ball fields are crowded with family and friends. Services at Sawyer’s Creek Baptist (our church) are should-to-shoulder—where great grandparents to children worship together. These are the things that make community what it is in many rural regions.

Yet, as important as these gatherings may be, the pastor of Sawyer’s Creek Baptist Church has chosen caution. Rev. Kevin Buzzard is opting for online services and forms of delivering the Gospel message, rather than opting for regular worship gatherings. SCBC is not the most high-tech congregation, but they are using the tools at hand to connect with this close-knit community in a safe and responsible way.

A few pastors in Florida and Pittsburgh could learn from his example.

Many have read the stories of churches holding services or perhaps of pastors being arrested in the midst of this mess. I have a lot of issues with the government interfering in the ministry of the church, but we may save that for another blog.

I am a Christian, and a pastor (albeit the world’s worst). A few pastors choose to hold public worship as an example of faith and fearlessness. Parishioners claim to be “covered by the blood of Jesus” and “claiming Psalm 91” as protection from coronovirus. (Side note: I’m not a fan of the video, just using it as an example).

These folks might need a reminder of someone else who once quoted the power of protection of Psalm 91. It was Satan. He was trying to convince Jesus that God would protect him if he jumped off a steeple.

Having live worship gatherings during a time of international crisis and mounting health concerns/death is not an act of faith and obedience to God’s call. Nor is it a demonstration of God’s power over the forces of this world. It is an act of extreme arrogance, foolishness, and—truth be told—faithlessness.

That may sound harsh and judgmental to you. And you’re absolutely right. I am not judging the intention of these pastors, as I cannot begin to imagine what they are actually thinking. But we can discern the potential outcome of their decisions, and the witness they are providing to the world through them.

There is a reason that I hold to the Biblical description of church as the “Body of Christ.” I firmly believe that Christian community is about embodiment—both the mental, spiritual, and physical presence of Christ in and through one another. The Body is at its best when we GATHER in person as a community.

But that does not mean that God can only work when we gather in a physical place.

Church buildings do not contain God, and they are certainly not the only places where God shows up. Gathering for worship in a sanctuary—or, in modern parlance, a “worship center”—is not the only way for us to be the Body of Christ. Right now, it is probably not even the best way.

Christianity holds an idealized view of Biblical heroes that they just bulled straight ahead in a death-defying charge to share the Gospel. They didn’t. While they certainly did as the Spirit directed them, they acted with wisdom, reluctance, and savvy in carrying out their tasks.

And they certainly did not act in a manner that would put Christ-followers in harm’s way. THEY took the responsibility and whatever punishments might come, while encouraging their followers to use caution in care of one another.

Even Jesus knew when to withdraw from danger, and when to stare it in the face. He waited until the time was right and it was absolutely necessary to confront the ultimate danger.

Why would God call on us to bring people together in willful defiance when such gatherings risk the health and lives of believers—and, worse yet, non-believers? It’s one thing if we choose to take risks ourselves but continuing to gather risks the lives of others.

I am wary of the government getting involved in religion, and vice versa. But this is an extreme circumstance where our best and most powerful witness is to work with civic leaders. Doing so might also save our faith.

From the evidence that I can see, these churches are not gathering to feed the homeless or compile medical supplies or care for homebound senior adults. That might hold legitimate weight if they were taking such actions. They are insisting on getting together for regular worship.

If we truly believe that God is more powerful than COVID-19, then why is God not powerful enough to speak and act and move to gather us over Facebook Live? Why would we ever suggest that we must gather in a certain building on a certain plot of land to experience Holy Ground? If God is watching over us, then certainly the Holy Spirit can work in wonderful ways even through the dangerous power of the internet.

Perhaps pastors are worried that they will appear weak if they do not defy the civil ordinances. But don’t we often cite scripture that tells us God’s strength is found when we feel weak?

Perhaps some pastors fear that, if the online option becomes a “thing” among their people, they will quit coming when services resume. But isn’t that the very heart and spirit of fear that they say they are defying?

I talked with a pastor of a small church in the Pittsburgh area who expressed such concerns. He worried about giving, attendance, and the very future of the church is services stopped. Such worries are much more significant for smaller congregations than for some who continue to violate the law.

After his decidedly traditional, low-tech congregation moved to online services, he then discovered that a lot of people were watching—even people whose shadow never darkened the door of the church. He received comments and questions and compliments from those in the community that he barely knew or never met.

Yes, Christ does not require your defiance in order to be a positive witness to the world. He does expect your faithfulness, and that includes faithfully caring for the well-being of others about yourself.

For a congregation like Sawyer’s Creek, gathering as community is essential. If they can find a way to do that through technology, then surely others can prove faithful by doing the same. Faith tells us that the Spirit will continue to work, even when the rest of the world doesn’t.

Our witness to the world right now will determine how Christianity is viewed after this crisis. Jesus says that the two greatest commandments are to “Love the Lord your God” and “Love your neighbor as yourself.” How we choose to react to this crisis will determine how serious we are about both.

Woulda, Shoulda, Coulda: A Few Things I Might Have Changed

After writing about interactions with Deebo Samuel, it is time to talk about what might have been.

Several weeks ago, I shared my own confession about interacting with Deebo Samuel and the struggling communities from whence he came.

As you might deduce, I have a great deal of regret and remorse about some things during that time of my ministry, particularly my work with African-American students in our community. While confession is good for the soul, it may also be misunderstood. And it does not help to confess without suggesting some better ideas for future reference.

Since I am more than ready to think about anything other than coronavirus (and maybe you are as well), it seems like a good time to address the issue.

Let us begin with this: I did not mean to imply, in any way, that the work we did was worthless or a waste of time!

Some folks from my former church might interpret my words in that way, and that is miles away from my intentions. Dozens—perhaps hundreds—of people at our church worked to make sure ALL students had a great experience at our church. They fought to make sure all were welcomed and treated with love, dignity, and respect.

Let me also offer tremendous gratitude at those who offered words of encouragement and support for me and others who took part in this ministry. Your effort to lift us up is greatly appreciated, and your kindness is beyond deserved.

With all that in mind, the reality is that we still could have done better!

The point of the post was to admit that fact while recognizing that doing my best was not quite good enough. While I would never belittle or demean the efforts of the church or the dedicated volunteers of the program, it is critical to always think of how programs could improve.

At this point, such speculation is rampant “Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda.” However, by thinking about these issues now, maybe it provides some guidance for new ministries in the future. Here are a few things that I would do different in order to better serve the communities where Deebo and others grew up.

Hopefully, these will provide some words of wisdom that will help you avoid some mistakes and regrets of your own, as you seek to create empowering ministries.

1. Fully prepare for the ministry. Good ministry often happens with perspiration and preparation rather than hoping for a random intervention of the Spirit.

Beginning a ministry in a community that is not familiar—be it racially, economically, or religiously diverse from your own—is never easy. Doing it to maximum effectiveness takes this to an entirely unique level. It takes a lot more than just picking kids up on the bus and taking them to the church for a couple of hours a week. No matter how long this might take, invest the time! In the long run, it is worth the wait to do it with tedious preparation.

2. Talk to the community we hoped to reach. We often think that we know what underserved communities need, and we design our ministry around such thinking. But thinking and knowing can be vastly different.

When a predominantly white, middle-class congregation endeavors to minister to a community of color or a culture of poverty, it is too often based on preconceived notions rather than humble engagement. The best of intentions can fall well short if they are not based on relationship and knowledge of a community.

I would highly recommend that churches set up listening sessions (emphasis on LISTENING), focus groups, or other forms of engagement within a particular community BEFORE starting a ministry. This allows the community to be invested and empowered in all aspects of the ministry that you hope to provide.

3. Involve those communities in leading the ministry. This must certainly follow a great investment of time listening and talking with community stakeholders. Parents, relatives, friends, and neighbors surely know the needs of a community better than outsiders. It serves everyone well to make sure they have plenty of seats at the table. It is possible that willing and perfectly capable volunteers can partner with you to create a fully effective community-based ministry.

4. Connect with churches that are not like “our” church. Many of the students that we picked up on our church bus attended a congregation on Sunday mornings. These churches were often smaller or did not have Wednesday programs or children/youth ministries or even full-time ministers.

Yet, I only had two extended conversations with any of these churches in my five years of ministry. It is our responsibility to reach out and make the time to meet the pastors and people of the congregations that are already investing in a community. This opens the door to build partnerships, rather than working in isolation or duplicating ministries. Such an approach is Biblical, ethical, and will surely empower more people.

And finally…

5. Design the ministry around justice and equity. We can deny it all that we want. But underserved communities—particularly communities of color—may have a vastly different view on these subjects.

Rather than trying to dance around the “Elephant in the Room,” why not embrace it and confront it? Such conversations can prove to be difficult and painful, as they require tremendous reflection and self-awareness, especially among young people. But without them, we can never make progress towards the understanding that we need to move forward in uniting communities.

Asking communities to adjust their needs to “our” ministry style is not a sufficient outreach of the Gospel. It is an extension of the traditions and perhaps even the Slaveholder Religion that has permeated southern Christianity for hundreds of years.

We do not need more white churches who dance around the issues of justice and race and equity. Instead, we need churches that recognize these things as the very heart of the Gospel message of Jesus Christ. And we need to partner with communities and congregations that can teach us that.

By bringing these issues to light for ALL of our students, we had the potential to create a level of community and understanding that surpasses the “real world” and moves far closer to the call of the living Christ.

We are not called to be silent or passive or self-serving in our views on race and justice. The historical and Biblical Jesus call on us to speak out with loud voices of confession, repentance, and advocacy. This frees us to live the power of Jesus by serving others, rather than telling people to come and learn our particular method of ministry.

These are not easy things to confess and acknowledge before God, as my own sins and shortcomings have become plain for me to see. I do not say them to as accusation against anyone else other than myself. I remain far too concerned with my own security, salary, and safety to speak with the conviction that Jesus calls us to have. And I will answer before the Lord for this weakness.

My hope in writing this is that other communities will learn from these mistakes. Do not be intentionally antagonistic to your congregation, but do not withdraw when God’s justice and the lives of His children are at stake.

Speak kindly, but with boldness. It is time to put ourselves (and “our” ministries) aside for the greater good of the Gospel. Speak with the Spirit of justice, equality, and love for all people.

Such a Gospel is not an easy one. But it is the true one, and it is a Gospel that can be followed without regret or remorse.


Some Things You Should Know about Deebo Samuel

I knew Deebo Samuel from the time he was in middle school. His story teaches us that empowerment involves standing with, not just speaking for. 

During Super Bowl Week, people from South Carolina had reason to be excited about the San Francisco 49ers. Their star receiver is a product of the Upstate and the University of South Carolina. Deebo Samuel is making a national name for himself, and he added to it with an outstanding performance in that game.

Some of us are a little bitter that the Niners suddenly forgot about him in the 4th quarter.

My friend Jed Blackwell wrote an excellent article about Deebo’s career and how much he had to overcome to get to this point. High school friends and coaches surrounded him with the support he needed to stay away from the pitfalls of drugs and gun violence that surrounded him. He now uses his notoriety to support causes that seek to curb violence, the kind that persisted in the neighborhoods where he grew up.

All I could think when I was reading the article was how much I should have done to help Deebo, and all the other young men around him. And I didn’t. I did not do nearly enough.


When he was in middle school, Deebo used to attend a youth group at the church where I was the youth minister. He usually came with a whole group of students from school who regularly attended on Wednesday nights.

Let’s be honest, a lot of youth sit through the Bible study to get to the end, so they can hang out or shoot basketball or play video games or eat pizza. That was pretty much the main reason I sat through youth group when I was a student.

Maybe that’s why Deebo attended. But neither I nor the volunteers who led the ministry took enough time to find out why he was there, or what he needed in his life.

We were an all-white church with a large number of African American students attending the youth ministry. Unfortunately, navigating the distinctions among these populations was not easy—even in the place where diversity should be second nature.

Sadly, some people opposed us extending the ministry to these young men and women who lived in our own neighborhood and attended our community school. Some people wanted us to stop reaching out to these young people. The quotes were what you might expect. “Those kids” were too disruptive, and only came to play basketball. They never came to “our church” on Sunday morning. They were distracting my attention away from “our kids.”

Let us not go too far down the road of picking apart the myriad of wrongs in these lines of thinking, or even dig too deeply into the true motives for these comments. That these thoughts are in direct opposition to the teachings of Christ is relatively easy to point out.

Instead, let us give thanks that PLENTY of people from that church took a stand against this kind of thinking and declared our intention to reach out to all people in our community. As loud as the opposition was, the outpouring of support drowned out the noise, especially from the youth themselves. A few of these opponents even had their hearts and minds awakened, so they joined in to help continue a holistic ministry to our community.

What was good and right and holy won out. So why does this feel like a failure on behalf of the people of this community?

Because it’s not enough just to be opposed to racism or speak out against those who would prefer that we close the doors of the church to “those kids.” Making a difference means speaking up for the students who need more than a weekly Bible study to navigate their lives.

Deebo possesses exceptional talent, strength, and resilience. He utilizes that talent to overcome the obstacles that life throws into his path. But why should he, or any other student, face that without the support of his community church? What happens to those students who do not have that talent, strength, or resilience?

What I failed to do was fight for the resources to dig into the needs of students like Deebo. I did not ask nearly enough questions, or spend nearly enough time diving into the issues facing the underserved neighbors that lived right around the church. I was complicit in the racism of some in our church because I did not advocate hard enough to invest more of our time, talent, and treasure to empower those students who needed us the most.

In these uncertain times, we have to do more than just claim, “I’m not racist” to our friends and neighbors. There is a tremendous need for voices to cry out for action and justice as we stand with the vulnerable. There is a tremendous need for us to listen to the cries of those who face the issues that Deebo Samuel faced.

It is not the call of white people or those of privilege to declare what “those people” should do. We are implored to let children like Deebo inform us of what they need in order to overcome the challenges they face. We are called to learn first and offer action based on our newfound knowledge. Such action happens in conjunction with communities of color and economic hardship, not in place of them.

In other words, this is not a statement of regret that I did not act as the “white knight” riding in to save our poor little brown brothers and sisters, incapable of helping themselves. Nor is it an effort to ease my guilt. It is my confession that I did not do nearly enough to help the children in our community. It is a lament that I did not listen, learn, and act in unison with those who struggled so hard against the hardships that life brought to their doorstep.

What a great story we could have presented to the world if we had helped Deebo Samuel overcome his struggles, rather than just “allowing” him to come to church. But it’s not about getting on the Super Bowl pregame hype. What a great story of redemption and the power of Christ we could have offered, if we had done everything possible to help all the youth of our community to escape the dangers and temptations that life presents.

I can only hope that Deebo and his classmates will accept my apology for not doing nearly enough. And my promise to listen and learn in an effort to find out how to be better and do better in the future.


The MLK We Never Knew

If you really want to honor Martin Luther King Jr., don’t just take a day off. Take a day (or days) to read his words.

Our family had the rarest of treats on Saturday, October 12, 2019.

On Friday of that weekend, my daughter and I toured historic civil rights locations in the city of Birmingham. We then met my wife in Atlanta to do the same thing in that city on Saturday. And our tour guide was essentially a living history museum.

16th Street Baptist Church in Birmingham, 2019. Four girls died at the      hands of white men, who bombed the church on  Youth Sunday,                                                               September 15, 1963.                                            It would take almost 40 years to convict the men who murdered these girls.

Dr. Albert Brinson is nine years younger than Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. He grew up right around the corner from the King family, and was a lifelong friend of both ministers, Senior and Junior.

He met us outside the old Ebenezer Baptist Church, on Jackson St. Northeast. He told us about being ordained in that church, by both of those great men. He shared with us the “insider’s deal” on Dr. King’s work and the knowledge that their lives were in danger at almost every moment.

It was a glorious day, and I am eternally grateful that my 19-year old daughter got to experience such an icon of humanity as Dr. Brinson. But with all that he shared on that day, a stark reality haunts me. It is a reality that few of us acknowledge, even as we “celebrate” on every third Monday of January.

Dr. Brinson with Abbie at Gardner-Webb University, MLK Day 2015.
Dr. Brinson with Abbie and Tracy, outside Ebenezer Baptist in Atlanta.

We do not know Martin Luther King Jr. For most of us, especially white folk, maybe we never did, or never will. And the further we move away from April 4, 1968, the less understanding we have.

Most of the United States commemorates MLK Day. Perhaps we attend a local event, or participate in some activity of service, or post some nice quotes on social media. In reality, it is likely that we enjoy a long weekend.

Even in the best and most noble of these activities, we really do not get to the heart of Dr. King’s message. Our glorious time with Dr. Brinson brought that home to me. He shared a side of MLK Jr. and his family that most people never have a chance to experience, and there is only one solution to this problem.


Literacy is the only way we can truly understand and appreciate Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and his legacy. We must dig much deeper than the phrase “I have a dream” or our little blurbs on Facebook. The quotes might indeed be excellent. But they are a fraction of what we need to know about the man, his work, his leadership, and his brilliant Christian sacrifice.

Many of us can only have a peripheral understanding of the struggle for Civil Rights and the tremendous personal sacrifice required to undertake that struggle. Reading the Reverend’s words will not put you in his shoes, not by a longshot. But it can get you a lot closer to understanding how those shoes might have felt on his feet.

If you really want to honor and appreciate the teachings and example of this man, then let his words soak into your soul and move your spirit. He is remarkably consistent in his message, and it will not take many readings for that message to become clear.

Be advised that understanding the message does not make the medicine go down any better. White privilege can be a difficult pill to swallow. Active, organized, non-violent resistance is challenging, perhaps life-threatening.  Loving those who hate you is hard. Defeating ideology rather than beating down a person sounds like an impossible ideal.

And finally, King’s message that serving on behalf of justice for others requires “great suffering and sacrifice” is one that we rarely want to hear. Serving through good deeds is nice, but serving sacrificially demands a greater commitment that many of us have never had to make.

We cannot do this simply through nice quotes. It takes more than just collecting canned goods, signing a petition, or filling out a donation pledge. It requires deep commitment and understanding, the kind that Dr. Brinson offered to our family as he provided us a living history of the movement and the King family.

However, that was a rare treat, one that is far too rare in the late days of the lives of those who led the original quest. A time is coming—and is indeed here again—when we will have to decide if we are truly ready to “suffer and sacrifice” for the “dignity of all human personality.” The more we know about how hard it was to fight that battle in 1963, the better prepared we will be to take a stand in 2020.

While I would never discourage anyone from taking a day to serve others above self, understanding how to serve and why we serve is an equally critical and valuable use of your time. Cracking a spine or searching out a PDF of Dr. King’s words and speeches is a vital step in the right direction.

We have plenty of people who enjoy seeing their faces on the news or social media, who will gladly tell us what Dr. King would have said or would have thought if he were here today.

Let’s dispense with the self-serving speculation and guessing, shall we?

Instead, find out what Martin Luther King Jr. actually did, and said, and advocated.




And do these in the true Spirit that Dr. King advocated as “the only enduring power in the world…”

Agape love.

And if you don’t know what Agape Love means, go back and start at the top of the list.

One final note: Many point out to me that Martin Luther King Jr. sermons and speeches are readily available on YouTube or other outlets, where you can watch and/or hear.

There are few voices in the world that will give a person goosebumps like Dr. King offering a message. However, I strongly recommend reading his speeches and writings! As powerful as his spoken word is, the writings embed his Christian ideals into the heart and mind, while illustrating the brilliant, consistent message of love in Christ that he illuminates.

Suggested Starters

Non-Violence and Racial Justice

Our Struggle

The Power of Non-Violence

Letter from Birmingham City Jail


To the Pastor who Preached to Empty Pews on Sunday

Maybe you’re upset about how many people were not there. But those six people in the pews? They mattered, and so do you.

To the pastor who posted this on Twitter, and all others who feel this pain:

“Today was very hard. I know I am supposed to be above it all as the pastor, but when there are only 6 people in the pews it hurts my feelings when 2 of them are whispering to each other during the whole sermon.”

I think I get it. In fact. pretty sure that I totally get it.

You work all week, study your passage, prepare your text, and get ready to go out there and preach on a Sunday morning. You tell yourself, “It doesn’t matter how many people are here–I’m preaching to the ones that are!” And you step out there to do it.

Then you see it–rows of empty seats, empty pews. You realize that only six people are going to hear any of your hard work, thought, faithful writing and careful editing. Not to mention how much time you spent on additional pastoral duties. You see, I know the deal. If you lead a small congregation, you visit hospitals and home bound folks and answer all the phone calls. You might also type the bulletin, lead the music, fix the sound system, and plunge the toilets if it is required. (And occasionally it is).

So there is no doubt that walking in to see empty seats is gut-wrenching and heart-sinking. And yet you preach. You muster all the heart and soul and call on the power of the Spirit. You deliver the Word and Sacrament with all of the Christ-like conviction you can summon. Even as 33% of the congregants are whispering (or drawing, or looking at their phones), you do what you are called to do. You preach.

(By the way, I suspect that AT LEAST 33% or more of every congregation isn’t paying attention in any church on any given Sunday morning. So, as a percentage, you’re doing fine!).

Sure, you don’t know what the “whisperers” were saying, or why they were whispering. You want to be gracious, understanding, non-judgmental or reactionary. But seeing six people in the pews does not flood you with confidence that their whispers are waxing rhapsodically about your preaching or some salient point that you have drawn from their troubled hearts.

In fact, YOU may be struggling with your own fear about whether there will be enough in the offering plate to pay the bills. And you may be asking, “If this keeps up, how are we going to survive?” Not to mention the question of how you will continue to make a living.

After busting your tail over the past week, you can’t imagine what you could do or how you could work harder or how you could give any more of yourself to turn this around. And maybe, just maybe, you’re wondering if it’s even worth it to keep trying.

Here’s the thing. It is. It absolutely is. And you are just the person to do it.

Be affirmed in all of those thoughts and fears and frustrations, no matter how many people tweet back at you to stop whining or not be judgmental or to be more “pastoral.”  God holds you to a high standard, and you hold yourself to a high standard. But neither God nor you expect Wonder Woman or Superman.

Take a step back, catch your breath, and rest assured that your time was well-spent. You did not have the crowd you wanted, probably not the one you should have, and certainly not the one that needed to hear that meaningful message.  But four people heard it, and maybe even six if two of them were gifted multi-taskers.

Dr. Joseph Moore is my dear friend and former university colleague. He also happens to be a former ministry intern for my father, who served as pastor at East Park Baptist Church in Greenville, SC for 24 years. East Park was dying from the time my father took the pulpit in 1976, and he constantly battled to keep the ministry viable.

Joseph worked with the youth, and only had two students present for a Sunday morning Bible study. My dad stopped by to see how things were going, and Joe the Exasperated Intern apologized because he wasn’t getting more youth to show up. My dad replied, “Hey, those two were here. And they’re just as important as anyone who wasn’t here. And what you did for them was just as important. In fact, it may be MORE important.” (That’s a paraphrase from Dr. Moore).

It is so hard to remember, with the tidal wave of emotions flooding your heart and mind as you preach to empty seats. But your preaching matters. Your preparation matters. The 4-6 people who needed your message–and perhaps much more your presence–on Sunday morning matter. And while they do not matter more than those who were not present, they matter just as much.

As we see our church struggling, it is debilitating to feel that your time and effort are only being heard by a very few. It is even harder to remember that those few are vital, as is your ministry. Jesus went from a congregation of 5000+ to under 11 in less than three years, so you’ve got pretty solid company.

Tons of factors go into whether or not a church experiences physical growth. You could follow all the church consultant advice and pull out all the growth guru stops, but it’s no guarantee that your congregation will grow. What you are doing–working diligently, preaching faithfully to those who are present–is all that is required of you. And it is more than enough.

I know this isn’t necessarily going to help a lot. We’re already to Thursday, and you’ve had four days to second-guess yourself while wondering why you even bother to get ready for this week. Please know that you are absolutely not alone. 99% of those who serve in the church have been/are/will be in this very same place at some point. And please, PLEASE continue to be faithful in your calling, in spite of the pain and struggle.

At least six people in this world depend on it, and they are more than reason enough for you to keep going. As is the power of Christ and the Holy Spirit at work in you, as a minister of Word and Sacrament. Blessings and peace to you as you prepare another outstanding and valuable message for this week.

Grace and peace,

The World’s Worst Pastor

P.S. – I do suggest that you try to be better than me and not get yourself…um…”relieved” of your duties!