Notes
from a Travel Diary . . .
DRAMA ON BOTH SIDES OF THE BORDER
The
series on my trip to Europe has dominated this section for the past
several months, so we are eager to get on with the business of
sharing with you some of the things the Lord is letting me in on in
fields nearer home. Since returning from Europe I have been to St.
Louis, Louisville, Gallup (N. M.), EI Paso, New Orleans, Waco and
Austin (Tx.), and Phoenix. There has been excitement around every
corner, and the people I come to know surely must be among the most
interesting and beautiful in the world. These are almost altogether
my own Church of Christ folk, and being with them only confirms my
longstanding conviction that we are a growing people, changing in a
way that can best be described as dramatic.
There
is no way to share with you
all
the
drama, but I do want to report on some of the highlights and bring
you up to date somewhat on what has been going on in my part of the
world.
The
most exciting experience of all was a Sunday afternoon in Juarez,
Mexico, across from El Paso, with Vic and Gloria Richards. We
sometimes have to wait many years to see the subtle means used of the
Lord to realize his purpose. Vic revealed to me on this trip that it
was a letter I wrote to him many years ago, suggesting that he get
acquainted with the Spanish work being done by Woodrow Wilson and the
Downtown Church of Christ. This was while he was in the Army in El
Paso and at a time when his ministry was in limbo. He could not then
so much as give a greeting in Spanish, and he had no interest in a
Spanish ministry, but he is today wonderfully fluent and articulate
in the language and is engaged
in
a
radio ministry that goes out over nine radio stations and covers a
large part of Mexico. His lessons cover everything from how to have a
happy home and rear a family to those gracious stories that tell of
God’s love and mercy. I am thankful for Vic and Gloria, so
beautiful are they in body and soul alike, and it buoys one up to see
a family like theirs dedicated to the gospel of the grace of God,
serving the people that need them most and doing it so well.
After
having dinner with the Richards in El Paso, along with a handsome
Spanish couple that they had led to the Lord, the man being active in
business in Juarez, we went across the border for a baptismal
service. Vic preaches over a Juarez radio station and has occasional
meetings in a rented auditorium, where he attracts respectable
audiences, including some of the clerical leaders. This represents a
change in method for him, for his manner is now more solicitous and
cooperative. He has convinced the Latin clergy that he is no more
“Protestant” than he is Roman Catholic, for he is not
trying to separate people from their churches, but rather to lead
them to Jesus, or, if they are already believers, to bring them
closer to Jesus and make them better Christians.
We
gathered in the home of the Latin couple referred to above, a “rich”
home by Mexican standards, and it was apparent that the poor were
reluctant to enter the premises, the class distinctions being what
they are. But once the large crowd was urged to enter, Vic proclaimed
the gospel with ringing clarity, with special attention given to the
place of immersion. The ground was so familiar that I could follow
somewhat even in Spanish, but Gloria was at my side to fill me in. A
priest had insisted to some in the group that they needed no further
baptism, once sprinkled in the Roman Catholic faith, so Vic gave that
matter some attention.
We
then repaired to the yard where a portable baptistry on wheels had
been rolled in. Vic stood on one side and I on the other, and that
afternoon we immersed 27 Roman Catholics into Christ. There were, I
believe, six couples, husbands and wives immersed together. In those
cases, we immersed the man first, then had him assist in the
immersion of his wife. In several instances Vic paused to ask the one
who had stepped into the tank if he had an addiction. He would then
ask God to deliver the person from the addiction as well as his sins
before we immersed him. He explained to me later than many of the
Mexicans were on some form of dope. One girl stepped into the pool
weeping, and after some counseling and prayer we immersed her, Vic
confiding to me, “She has a special problem.” It turned
out to be a severe case of hatred that she could not handle. It left
me thinking: Vic could just as well bring that way of doing things
north of the border!
I
will always remember Vic’s radiant face as he asked each
believer stepping into the water,
Le
ama? Do you love Him?
Some
clutched their crucifix hanging around their neck as they answered in
the affirmative, often with great feeling. A few crossed themselves
and raised their arms in praise, crying out in their native tongue,
“Yes, senor, I love Him!” It gave me special delight to
bury into Christ people with faith like that. And they just kept
coming out of the crowd that had gathered. When Vic asked afterwards
how many had seen an immersion for the first time ever, almost every
hand went up. I then explained, with Vic translating, that they had
seen the way that Jesus’ was baptized, and that that is one
good reason why we should all be baptized,
because
he
was and
like
he
was.
I
thought of those 27 Roman Catholics, now believers who had perfected
their obedience to Jesus in baptism, back at Mass in their own
church, still within their own religious culture and not
“Americanized,” and still Mexicans. I thought of standing
in front of Lady of Guadalupe and saying to myself, “There’s
a Church of Christ in there!” Should they be separated and
formed into the kind of “Church of Christ” you find over
in El Paso — or Fort Worth? Should they be separated at all?
Vic and I talked about that, of course. It is right to immerse
believers into Christ, and, yes, under normal conditions the
evangelist would then form them into a congregation and teach them
how to keep house for the Lord.
We
decided he should allow the Lord to lead. Preach the gospel and
baptize, and keep on doing it; and, if possible, without antagonizing
the powers that be, which is the Roman clergy. Vic hopes that if he
cultivates friendship with the priests, sharing with them the Jesus
he has come to know, that some of them also will turn to him for
grace and mercy, and commence a renewal
within
the
Roman church that will reach all of Mexico, without anyone “leaving”
to join an American church, as they would interpret it. So, he
doesn’t try to get anyone to leave the Roman church, but only
to obey Jesus in all things. This causes them to view him as a
reformer, but not as a Protestant heretic. He is especially
interested in reaching influential people — the affluent, the
politicians, the professionals — who in turn put the pressure
on the priests to do some changing. After all, in the scriptures no
one is ever urged to leave other
believers,
but
rather the pagans and disbelievers. What power might be ours once we
catch the vision of working
within
the
churches, capturing them for Jesus’ sake and renewing them by
his grace and truth, and using their own people to do it!
The
alternative is to go among such people, bringing as it were a
different culture, uprooting them from all they’ve ever known,
separating them from friends and kin. Along with it both priests and
politicians block your every move, believing you to be an agitator
who is interested only in building his own sect. To the extent
possible, we should avoid such confrontations.
On
our side of the border in El Paso I had a happy weekend with the
Downtown Church of Christ, where Woodrow Wilson has labored for many
years, ministering to a bilingual community of believers. Woody is
like Jesus in that the poorest of the people are his friends and at
the center of his concern. He makes his rounds in El Paso and Juarez,
distributing the bare necessities of life along with the gospel,
supporting himself as a teacher.
Another
unusual experience was with the Baptists at Baylor University in
Waco. Jim Sims, who has been preaching in the area among our people
while doing graduate work at Baylor, arranged for the Graduate
Fellowship Seminar to hear an exchange between Dr. C. W. Christian,
Dr. James Leo Garrett, both on the university faculty of religion,
and me. They asked me to draw upon Baptist-Disciple relations in
history and to relate this to my own ministry in unity, with the two
profs responding.
I
explained that while our forebears were mostly Presbyterians, both in
this country and abroad, the Baptists came to play a crucial role in
the Restoration Movement, with many of our pioneer preachers coming
from the Baptists — not into another church, but into a
Movement “to unite the Christians in all the sects,” and
I pled for a renewal of that Movement, with all God’s people
involved. The first Campbell church, Brush Run, belonged to the
Redstone Baptist Association, and the second congregation, Wellsburg,
to which Alexander Campbell transferred his membership to avoid
conflict with the Redstone Baptists, belonged to the Mahoning Baptist
Association, which proved to be amicable.
Campbell
defended immersion as practiced by the Baptists in his earliest
debates with Presbyterians, becoming something of a hero among them
for awhile, and he named his first publication the
Christian
Baptist.
In
those days our folk were often called “Reformed Baptists,”
even before they were called “Campbellites.” There was,
of course, no reimmersing of Baptists, for all through those decades
our people accepted all as Christians who were immersed believers. In
our discussion there was some mutual embarrassment in that the
Baptists often rebaptize Church of Christ folk who go to them, while
we often reimmerse Baptists who come to us.
Since
the Campbell-Stone ministry was a unity movement, it makes a good
question as to why the Baptists and the Disciples did not get
together. I attributed this to the early antagonisms emanating from
the ignorance of the Baptist clergy and the general sectism of the
frontier churches, along with the restoration goals of the Disciples
that the Baptist leadership could not accept. But Campbell in later
life repeatedly asserted that they should never have separated, and
he wept with joy on his death bed when he was told that a move was on
to unite the two groups, assuring the bearers of the news, “This
is the happiest day of my life.” Unfortunately, nothing became
of the effort, and for the most part the Baptists and Churches of
Christ have been estranged all these years, to the shame of us all.
I
am gratified that our men can study with the Baptists as they are
doing in Waco, Ft. Worth, Louisville, and New Orleans, and especially
with the likes of Professors Christian and Garrett, the latter of
whom I knew at Harvard, and who is now scheduled to appear on a
seminar at Pepperdine which is better than I’ve been able to
do! If the Baptists are now educating a high percentage of our Bible
departments in the colleges, it is surely something less than heresy
to talk of enjoying fellowship with them. The Waco Baptists seemed to
appreciate my emphasis on the fact that there is but one Body of
Christ, which is neither “Baptist” nor “Church of
Christ.” And they took it with a smile when I accepted them as
my brothers, “Not because you are Baptists, but because we are
in Jesus together.”
I
have long since quit looking upon people as Baptists, Methodists, or
what ever, but as men and women for whom Christ died. If they share
the faith in the risen Christ and have responded to the gospel, they
are my brothers and sisters. Not Baptist brothers or Church of Christ
brothers, but simply brothers. I have no cousins or half-brothers in
the Lord. They are all full blood brothers, and I reject the whole
sordid mess of sectarianism that presumes to separate us into
separate stalls, tempting us to bellow forth our silly shibboleths to
one another and to insist that we must cross over into yet another
sect as the answer to our divisions.
An
interesting by-product of the Baylor meeting, which may be why the
Lord wanted me there after all, was that it attracted a Baylor
student who is engaged to a Church of Christ girl. The young man was
distraught by his rejection by the Church of Christ world into which
he is moving. He is quite willing to be married “in the Church
of Christ,” with all that that implies, but he doesn’t
want to feel that he has to give up his Baptist heritage to do this.
It was obvious that he wants love and acceptance. His fiance told him
she did not know of any of our preachers who would accept him with
the understanding that he sought. So, when he saw the ad of this
Baylor gathering, between, of all people, Baptists and Church of
Christ folk, he had to investigate.
“My
fiancé told me there were no Church of Christ preachers that I
was hoping for, but I have met several here tonight,” he told
me afterwards, with obvious joy. He and his future wife, along with
her parents — all beautiful and loving people— have since
attended two of my meetings down that way. Ouida was with me once and
got in on the celebration, and of course they all fell in love with
her.
And
now comes an invitation from the girl’s parents for me to
perform the ceremony! I really felt for him when he said to me,
weighed down by a feeling of rejection, “I only ask that the
preacher who marries us accept me as one who loves Jesus just like he
does.” Well, bless his heart, his problem is solved now. I
never cease to be amazed how Jesus is always putting things together,
even in little ways like that, which may not be so little.
Feelings
are
important to him. I now chide the couple with, “Now I know why
the Lord wanted me at Baylor, for surely it wasn’t just to
shoot the breeze with those professors of religion.”
But
if we’ve eased a couple’s problem, we may well have
created another problem when I go to that Church of Christ down in
Texas hill country for the big event. Well, the Lord will take care
of that too, probably with still more surprises. I’m getting so
that when I go out, I say to the Lord, “The product I know;
I’ll be watching for the by-products!” But still he
surprises me, and blessed be his name for the dynamic of love! —
the
Editor