I was just 13 when I stepped out of my ratty flip flops and down into the baptismal pool at Confederate Avenue Baptist Church in downtown Atlanta. As I waded over to Pastor R, the white robe covering my one-piece swim\u00a0suit floated up around my knobby knees. There was a coarse\u00a0cinder block in the bottom of the painted pool for the young\u2019uns to stand on so the faithful could clearly see our pimply faces from the burgundy carpeted sanctuary. I stepped up on the block in all my gangly glory and ended up about a hand taller than the preacher. Before we could adjust ourselves, he grasped my shoulder and placed a hand on my head and said the words \u201cKimberly, I baptize you in the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Ghost\u201d and in an awkward, knee-bending dip, with his hand gently holding my nose closed, I was submerged and came up sputtering to a blurry but beaming mamma and daddy.<\/p>\n
Fast forward to the day I first came out and the light in my parent\u2019s\u00a0eyes had turned stone cold because someone had lied to them. The liar\u00a0wasn\u2019t me. The lies came straight from a church that has been over-thrown by a political agenda so insidious that, in\u00a0worship of power and money, it is ripping families apart, sending children to the street, consenting to abuse and celebrating injustice all the while telling good Christian folk they are doing so in the name of Jesus. Lies, damned lies.<\/p>\n
But ugh! As much as it pains me to say this, I think I may still be a Baptist at heart.<\/p>\n
I know, WTH?<\/p>\n
Every day as I wander the winding path of wondering about this whole God, me and my neighbor thing, I recall the seemingly endless conversations around the supper table about the historic Baptist principles of soul freedom, Bible freedom, church freedom and religious freedom. Yeah, the grown-ups around our table really talked about that kinda stuff over the fried chicken, collard greens and cornbread. (To be fair and honest, sweet-tea infused freedom of conscience rants were slipped in between ardent union-supporting disquisitions and soul-blemishing racist jokes \u2013 no wonder I\u2019m a damn mess!)<\/p>\n
As we say when we are using our expensive\u00a0words, let me unpack this for you.<\/p>\n
Soul freedom is the belief in priesthood of the believer and the affirmation that every person has the freedom and responsibility to relate directly to God without the imposition of creed or control of clergy or government.<\/strong> Right, so like, uh you mean I am supposed to walk and talk with God on a regular? And like, ask hard questions and listen actively? For real?? But wait, does real relationship we can even get pissed off and hang up on each other once in a while? Yep, pretty much. Book of Job much? And that also means I have the freedom to ignore the misogynistic, homophobic asshats who like to play dress up in preacher\u2019s robes while they are hijacking the gospel? Cool!<\/p>\n Bible freedom is the belief in the authority of scripture, which under the Lordship of J the C, is central to the life of individuals and churches. Every Christian has the freedom and right to interpret and apply scripture under the leadership of the Holy Spirit.<\/strong> Wait. What? We are supposed to read the bible? Like the whole thing? Uh, and when we have questions because it is freakin\u2019 cray cray in there, we what? Listen to the Spirit moving in and around us? Nuh-uh! And wait, if in our reading we discover that Jesus said there was too much to be said while He was dirt-side and that the Holy Spirit would reveal more in the future, that could actually mean that we as humans can grown in our scientific, psychological, sociological\u00a0and sexual understanding of our humanity!? Okay!<\/p>\n Church freedom is the belief in the autonomy of every local church as free, under the Lordship of Christ, to determine their membership and leadership, to order their worship and work, to ordain whomever they perceive as gifted for ministry, and to participate as they deem appropriate in the larger body of Christ.<\/strong> Ok, stop. You mean to say that if I go to a church that, through their relationship with God and faithful reading of scripture determine to be open and affirming with their LBGT sister and brothers they are in fact (contrary to the lies of the fundies) a Christian church? AND\u00a0you\u2019re tellin\u2019\u00a0me that Baptists are not supposed to have a universal denominational polity that insists all churches and members\u00a0adhere or get the crusty old boot? Now cut that out. You are starting to sound like some upstart, Rogue Preacher roaming around the countryside challenging religious authority and calling them vipers, goats and weeds. What would Jesus do?? Oh, wait.<\/p>\n Religious freedom is the principle belief that every individual has the right to freedom of religion, freedom for religion, and even freedom from religion.<\/strong> Ohhhhh, so like laws of the government should not impose one or another religious conviction on others? Hmmm.<\/p>\n Ok, ok \u2013 get to the point already.<\/p>\n SO<\/strong>, if your Baptist neighbor believes with all her heart, mind and soul (because her relationship with God, her reading of the Bible and her local church says so) that being gay is a sin \u2013 rock on, that is between her and God. No. One. Else.<\/strong><\/p>\n BUT<\/strong>, if your neighbor and her Baptist church try to convince others of the LIE that LGBT children of God are abominations when those others have an active relationship with God, invest faithfully in reading the Bible and are\u00a0in communion with other faithful old farts\u00a0they recognize that YOU ARE BELOVED JUST AS YOU ARE- guess what? That first church , not Baptist. Not even a little.<\/strong><\/p>\n AND,<\/strong>\u00a0if your neighbor and her Baptist church want to make those egregious\u00a0lies the law of the land. Nope. Nope. Nope.<\/strong><\/p>\n So, when your local Baptist preacher stands up in his (it\u2019s always his) pulpit to rant and rave about the gays and goes on and on hollering about conforming to one kind of relationship with God, one unalterable understanding\u00a0of scripture, one goose-stepping ascent to \u201cBaptist\u201d polity or imposing \u201cChristian\u201d law on the land, you can safely and faithfully assume he has no idea what the hell\u00a0he is talking about.<\/p>\n<\/body><\/html>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I was just 13 when I stepped out of my ratty flip flops and down into the baptismal pool at Confederate Avenue Baptist Church in downtown Atlanta. As I waded over to Pastor R, the white robe covering my one-piece swim\u00a0suit floated up around my knobby knees. There was a coarse\u00a0cinder block in the bottom […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1039,"featured_media":2390,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[134,133],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2389","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-church","category-theology"],"yoast_head":"\n