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Hope for the Purple Church
Hope for the Purple Church
Author’s Note: In Sunday’s sermon I talked about the deep division in our nation between red and blue voters, a division that shows up in our churches when red and blue Christians occupy the pews. I made an appeal for unity on the basis of Ephesians 1:3-14, and shared my paraphrase of the text. Here it, along with the comments I provided in the sermon.
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Bless God! Why? Because he…
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No Whining
I slept on an inflatable mattress last night.
And it’s not one of those deluxe, queen-size, full-height inflatables either. It’s my backpacker’s mattress: 72 inches long and 24 inches wide, hardly enough room to roll over.
And here’s the other thing:
It’s on the floor of a Sunday school classroom in a church in Lake City, South Carolina, where the youth of Richmond’s First Baptist Church have…
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Strained Relations
I’m in Dallas, Texas, this week, attending the General Assembly of the Cooperative Baptist Fellowship. But as the Holy Spirit would have it, the Southern Baptist Convention is being held here as well, and most of us are staying at the same hotel, which means there have been a few uncomfortable moments in hotel elevators.
We haven’t talked to each other in years.
My last Southern Baptist…
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"Why Won't Jesus Heal Me?"
“Why Won’t Jesus Heal Me?”
I was trying to help one of our new members choose a Bible verse for her baptism. We were at the computer in my office, typing some of her favorite words into an online concordance to see what would come up. That’s when she asked me:
“Why won’t Jesus heal me?”
“What?”
“In your sermon on Sunday you were talking about all these people Jesus healed. I was just wondering why he won’t heal me.”
She…
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"I love you!"
“I love you!”
Last Monday was one of those days.
It started just after our weekly Pastoral Ministry Team meeting, when Robert Thompson told me that one of our Sunday school teachers didn’t care for the robe I had been wearing in the pulpit (see previous post). I shrugged it off as one person’s opinion but then, later that afternoon, got a long email from a former deacon chair who felt the same way. Although…
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Disrobed
It started innocently enough.
Ralph Starling showed up on Pentecost Sunday without his red tie (I had encouraged everyone to wear red on Pentecost, especially those who were leading in worship) and I said, “No problem. You can wear my red stole.”
I had this beautiful handmade Pentecost stole, with “tongues of fire” on it hanging up in my closet. It was made for me by a woman in Texas who does…
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Background Music
I went to the concert at Richmond’s First Baptist Church last night expecting to hear some glorious music, and for the first twenty minutes I did, but then I saw our ushers running for a gurney and I can’t remember hearing much after that.
Not much music, anyway.
I got up from my pew in the balcony and went downstairs where I found one of our members propped up on that same gurney, embarrassed by…
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Finding the Holy
I started a new sermon series last week called “In Search of the Holy,” and I started with that wonderful passage from Isaiah 6, where he “saw the Lord, high and lifted up.” It isn’t always like that, I admitted, but when worship is at its best the experience can be unforgettable. And then I shared my own experience of unforgettable worship.
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It happened to me on Thursday.
I was…
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Faith Like Noah
Author’s Note: From the second Monday in September 2012 until the second Monday in September 2013 I tried to post on this blog every day, sharing the pictures and telling the stories of First Baptist members who were “bringing the KOH2RVA”—the Kingdom of Heaven to Richmond, Virginia—as part of our year-long, every member mission trip. Even though our members have continued to bring heaven to…
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"God loves you, but..."
“God loves you, but…”
Good news.
That’s what the word evangelism means in Greek.
And yet, as I was explaining to our homeless neighbors at community missions on Wednesday, the good news preached by many evangelists has a big “but” in it.
“God loves you,” they say, “But…” But you’re a sinner. You’re covered from head to toe In your filthy, stinking sins. God loves you but… He can’t accept you in that condition. You have…
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Have We Lost All Fear?
Have We Lost All Fear?
I saw another one of those graphs recently.
I try to avoid them, but I saw one. Someone had slipped it into an otherwise helpful article about the church in America. There it was: a graph making it painfully clear that Sunday morning worship attendance continues to slide as fewer and fewer people take the trouble to get up, shine their shoes, and come to church. You can hear lots of good…
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How to Start Your Own Small Group
How to Start Your Own Small Group
Last night’s PowerPoint presentation was a disaster.
How is it that the technology always works smoothly at home, but when you set up your laptop in front of a hundred people, plug in the HDMI cable, and press the start button everything goes awry?
I don’t know how, but I know that’s what happened last night as I tried to inspire a hundred people to start a hundred new small groups in the next…
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This op-ed piece was published in the Richmond Times-Dispatch on Wednesday, January 31. I wanted to post it here as well so that it can be easily re-blogged, or shared on Facebook, Twitter, etc. Let’s read, Richmond!
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February is Black History month.
We want to challenge our city to read some history.
But it’s not only black history: it’s our history, black and white together.
Jim Somerville
David Bailey
I’m the pastor of Richmond’s historic First Baptist Church, founded in 1780. David is the founder of Arrabon, a non-profit organization devoted to racial reconciliation. Together we want to challenge the citizens of Richmond to a city-wide book read during the month of February.
The idea for a city-wide read began after the tragedy in Charlottesville on August 13, 2017, when one person was killed and many more were injured in a clash between white nationalists and anti-fascists. When rumors began to circulate about a similar demonstration on Monument Avenue, many of us wondered how we could keep the same thing from happening here.
I had already registered for a one-day conference in Louisville, Kentucky, on September 11 called “The Angela Project,” named after the first enslaved person to set foot on American soil. It turned out to be a one day awakening, in which speaker after speaker cited the injustices experienced by African-Americans in this country: inequities in income, housing, and education that appeared to be the product of systemic racism.
But what could be done?
Dr. Kevin Cosby, organizer of the event and pastor of the 14,000-member St. Stephen Church in Louisville, recalled his conversation with Joe Phelps, a well-meaning white pastor who wanted to know what he could do to make things better between black and white people in that city.
“Do you really want to help?” Cosby asked.
“Yes!” Phelps answered.
“Then read The Autobiography of Malcolm X.”
It was a challenge.
To Cosby’s astonishment, Phelps, the pastor of Louisville’s Highland Baptist Church, agreed. When he finished, the two pastors got together to discuss the book. It led to a weekly lunch joined by other black and white pastors in the city who read books and talked about the problem of racism. That led to an organization called “Empower West” (a reference to West Louisville, home to most of the city’s black population), that, among other things, challenged the entire city to read a book during Black History month.
When I got back to Richmond I had lunch with my friend David Bailey to talk about what I had learned and to dream about what we might do together to make things better between black and white people in this city. When I mentioned the city-wide book read he pounced on it, because he knows we fear what we do not understand. And so we decided to challenge the citizens of Richmond to read a book together during the month of February.
The book is The Color of Law, by Richard Rothstein, subtitled: A Forgotten History of How Our Government Segregated America. It’s the same book the citizens of Louisville will be reading, and it’s described on the dust jacket like this:
“In this groundbreaking history of the modern American metropolis, Richard Rothstein, a leading authority on housing policy, explodes the myth that America’s cities came to be racially divided through de facto segregation—that is, through individual prejudices, income differences, or the actions of private institutions like banks and real estate agencies. Rather, The Color of Law incontrovertibly makes clear that it was de jure segregation—the laws and policy decisions passed by local, state, and federal governments—that actually promoted the discriminatory patterns that continue to this day.”
Those “discriminatory patterns” appear to continue in Richmond, where most of the city’s black population has ended up in the East End. Why is that? And how did it happen?
Rothstein’s book has answers.
If you have read this far you are a reader. And if you are reading the Times-Dispatch then you care about this city. As a reader who cares about Richmond, David and I challenge you to read The Color of Law in February, and to join us for a livestream conversation with the author at 7:00 pm on Monday, February 12, at Richmond’s First Baptist Church (2709 Monument Avenue). The event is free and open to the public.
—Jim Somerville
Our Challenge to the City of Richmond This op-ed piece was published in the Richmond Times-Dispatch on Wednesday, January 31. I wanted to post it here as well so that it can be easily re-blogged, or shared on Facebook, Twitter, etc.
The Best Thing I've Seen this Christmas
The Best Thing I’ve Seen this Christmas
It’s been a meaningful Advent season, full of wonder, waiting, and joy, but this video made me laugh out loud, and left me marveling again at this ancient story. Enjoy! –Jim Somerville
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Onward, Christian Soldier
I met Carol Adams at a “Faith Leaders’ Summit” at the Police Department. She was the one who had invited me, and when I got there, there she was: this petite, wiry, African-American policewoman with a radiant smile, handing out water bottles and snacks and making me feel welcome in a place that didn’t exactly reek of hospitality. Carol believed it was important for the church to be involved in…
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"Enough, Preacher!"
“Enough, Preacher!”
I may have pushed too hard in yesterday’s sermon. For three weeks after white nationalists rallied in Charlottesville I mentioned racism in my sermons and how we need to root it out of our hearts and out of our nation. I got email from one television viewer who said I had crossed a line, that I had started “preaching politics” from the pulpit. I didn’t write back immediately, but when I did I…
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