Apostles to a New Era of Worship

Seminary Shade

Ashley Sutherland is one of those candidates for ordained ministry who makes me a better pastor and reminds me to follow Jesus closer. She’s super intentional about discipleship. She’s instagram savvy and at-home on-line. She couples fierce intelligence with brave vulnerability. Sometimes it’s a bit annoying when you support someone’s call to ministry and then realize they’re going to be better at leading the church than you. 

Ashley’s devotion to Jesus is real, yet she hasn’t attended worship since the first weeks of Covid 19. After trying several worship gatherings, she closed her computer and went outside. I don’t blame her. I lead a church that embraces creative practices of worship as well as change and yet I think our online worship experiences have only risen above the level of mediocre entertainment once or twice in this long pandemic. 

A Theatrical Parable

I’m not a techno-phobe, nor am I one of those worship purists who corrects pastors who break the bread too early in the communion liturgy. I’m a pastor, but I’m also a theater director who likes to think of myself as an actor even though I can’t memorize lines for shit. My friends and congregants in the performing arts world are struggling from financial poverty as well as creative and community poverty. Despite their desperation, almost none of them are trying to translate their craft to video.

There are exceptions. Very underwhelming exceptions. Some theatre companies have begun releasing online performances. They blow the digital dust off of arecording of One Man, Two Guvnors, American Mariachi or Hamlet and post it online with the pomp and circumstance of a grandparent who just figured out iMovie and wants to show their grandchildren.

Rather than losing myself in the story while watching these recordings, I check my phone and am aghast at myself for doing so. Such behavior is definitely not okay, even for theatre streamed to my room. I watch another ten minutes and then check facebook, leaving buried the browser streaming Hamlet. Neither the acting nor the audience laughter in James Corden’s objectively funny One Man, Two Guv’nors has inspired me to laugh in 35 minutes. “We were way funnier,” I text my friend who starred in a local production with which I was involved.

Slapping live theatre to a digital format is translation without fidelity. It’s a placeholder for those of us who consume and create stage theatre. Live, the subtle interactions between audience and stage are so powerful that a University College of London study reveals the heartbeats of actor and audience sync. Live theatre isn’t even rehearsed without an audience. The director’s primary rehearsal role is to be a voice for the audience until the cast is ready for a house full of people. For thousands of years, theatre has been a way of embodying story with a live audience...not for an audience. Take that live interaction out of the equation and you’re left with a thin echo of what could be.

A hundred years ago, the film industry started to figure out how to take embodied storytelling and put it into a video format. Ghost lights and memories are all that can effectively place-hold theater in our hearts and the theatre world seems to be far more accepting of this reality than the church ever could be.

Placeholder Worship

I have yet to find a church that really nails an online experience of worship—including my own. Following shelter-in-place, all sorts of very well-intentioned church leaders flocked to facebook live, zoom, switcher and a long list of other platforms designed to connect with people at a distance. We bought iPad stands, tinkered with lights and rallied our bands or A/V volunteers to make funny videos (I should show you ours). Many pastors were initially wowed by how many people showed up. Six weeks later, the numbers show a slow decline--just when we’re finally getting the hang of facebook live.

Worship is meant to be an encounter with the presence of God, sacred stories and deep community. For thousands of years, religious communities have developed liturgical cathedrals with powerful patterns of worship. What we forget is that the mighty walls of our liturgical houses are buttressed by a support structure so obvious we forgot it was there--the physically gathered community. Lacking that support structure, our liturgical cathedrals are weak and ineffective, easily swayed by the wind. The media of collective gathering— smelling the same smells, taking the same breaths while singing, giving subtle cues to the pastor that she needs to adjust the timber of her voice while preaching—the media contributes as much to the experience of worship as the acts themselves. Divorcing the media from the act itself casts a helpful, but incomplete reflection of what was intended. As a result, our congregants check their phones, look at other tabs on their browser and send text messages to their friends. 

I’m increasingly feeling like our online covid-19 worship is a placeholder in people’s calendar—a moment of routine so that my people won’t forget what they do in “normal life” on Sunday morning. We are deeply afraid that they might find something else to do that they will want to continue to do after shelter-in-place ends. Ashley Sutherland, again, offered a poignant reminder to me when I was discussing the inadequacy of my church’s worship experience. “The church *has* to offer something categorically different than what people receive in online entertainment or real life “third spaces.” That something different is God and authentic community among a people who share a story.

We are losing more than dollars and cents in offering plates. We are losing ourselves. 

So what do we do?

I think there are two ways forward to consider that I hear precious few people advocating..

Ghost Light

A superstition developed that the ghosts of theatre performed to the light left on stage over night. (Photo Credit: Derrick Collins)

1. Holy Ghost Lights. Most theaters are continuing an old tradition of leaving what’s called a “ghost light” on their stage. Ghost lights started as a safety measure. With changing sets and stages you can literally fall from, darkness transforms theaters into dangerous places. Before turning off the house lights, someone leaves a light on the stage so that whoever comes into the theater next won’t hurt themselves. Recently, Ghost Lights have become an audacious symbol of hope because their very idea is predicated on the assumption that some one will return to the theatre and upon the hope they will once again prepare the stage for show. They are lights in the darkness and the darkness does not overcome them. 

What if churches paused online worship and literally illuminated our sanctuaries with ghost lights until we one day return to tell sacred stories and encounter the presence of God? In the meantime, we can embody those stories with our day-to-day lives by serving our neighbors and protecting our most vulnerable. Our people may long all the more for the chance to worship together and rally to our churches when they open.

2. Reinvent Worship. What if we gathered teams to craft intense experiences of the presence of God, sacred stories and beloved community, but through an online media? They could be facilitated by experts in human-centered design, incorporate you tubers, tik Tok aficionados, theologians, high church sacramentalists, film directors, screen writers, preachers who deliver the word interactively, seminarians, pentecostals and film school students. At least half of them should not be church-attenders. 

Do not think for a second I am saying that worship online is meaningless or ought not be pursued. This is the era of the Holy Spirit who dwells with us regardless of how socially distant we are—a point of which I became all too painfully aware when sick with covid 19 and struggling for breath. Holy Spirit is Holy Ruach is Holy Breath. God is in the very air we breathe whether I’m in a sanctuary or not. We can draw people’s awareness to the Holy Ghost light—but we need to train ourselves to do so in a new way. 

A Cry for Help

Here’s the big problem: nobody’s got time to reinvent worship. Pastors are trying to find old money in couch cushions to keep paying church staff, while struggling to figure out how the damn breakout rooms work on zoom. Congregants are organizing drive-by wedding receptions and making phone call hospital visits to their grandparents. Everyone is  baking our own bread for communion and church staff members are printing out cardboard congregations for funerals where less than ten people can attend. Local churches neither have the time nor the resources to hire a brilliant team to re-imagine worship. We are stuck in the lower rings of Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs. Help must come from the broader church.

Seminaries. Cancel the classes you were planning for the fall. Seriously. Cancel 25% of them and replace them with one course to be repeated by many groups. The course would start with students walking into a room to find a one-page syllabus in front of them: Break into small groups. Use this stipend to give honorariums to some people who do not go to church, but are experts in relevant fields. Design online worship experiences that are true to the medium. Repeatedly test and improve. I think it’s obvious what your final exam will be. At the end, a researcher will ask what you’ve learned and publish findings as well as links to your worship experiences. Have fun and don’t you dare water anything down or act like this doesn’t matter. The future of the church is in your very capable hands. 

Aunt Lily. How about you put together teams, cover some innovative pastors’ salaries for a bit and hire the right, brilliant people to crack this case? There may be no project more important to the long-term health of the church in the internet age of the Holy Spirit. 

Conference, Diocesan and Judicatory staffs. How about a pause button on zoom calls designed to resource congregations and put together the best-and-brightest to dream out loud about what worship could be? Pry your most creative pastors from their virtual pulpits and get them to do some of this work collaboratively with the right experts at their disposal and without the distractions of day-to-day ministry. Put the young who prophesy and have visions along-side a dash of seasoned leaders who dream dreams. Send retired pastors to cover their churches temporarily. If my twice retired father-in-law can master facebook live, so can the retirees in your area. 

Large Church Pastors. Do whatever you are going to do anyway and, I say this with love, please keep it to yourselves. Your financial resources are so out of touch from the experience of 90% of US churches that what you come up with won’t likely be attainable by anybody else. You are on a financial pedestal and that means you can do *incredible* things for your congregation and community. For you to offer “best practices” will set unattainably high bars for most churches in ways that cause unintentional harm. To borrow from the theatre analogy: regional theater can create amazing experiences, but they will never have Beyonce’s budget to create Beyonce experiences. Y’all are Beyonce. Love it. Don’t accidentally set the expectation for others to be.

The Age of the Spirit

Equity Dallas Actress, Lauren LeBlanc, summarized theatre after closing her last show before the pandemic. (Don’t be afraid to substitute the word “worship” for “theatre” as you read).

"The nature of theatre is that it is ephemeral: beautiful, fleeting, finite. The world can only exist in the room, as it is happening, a contract between the players and spectators. And even when you’re in the room, each performance differs wildly from the one preceding it, following it. It’s not like a rerun of your favorite episode of The Office, even though the lines are the same as the ones said the night before.”

Would that we, equity actors of the church, were so self-aware of our craft and calling as pastors and worship leaders. Her words of theatre summarize embodied worship at its best. Let’s not soil it with translation. Let’s be fruitful and multiply, craft new forms of worship and behold God making all things new—not just for Covid-19 but for a new era of connections across time and space. The film industry started this work over a hundred years ago. We can do it too and the blessings will be abundant.

Those who take up this task will be the apostles of a new era of Holy Ruach for a world struggling to breathe. 

My Wife is Halfway Around the World on Valentine's Day -- we're okay with that.

In order to understand this post, you need to understand one key thing first: my wife is a badass. She speaks truth to power—from bishops to City Councilmembers. You want an example? Here’s what she said to Dallas City Council when their ineffective Not-In-My-Backyard-Do-Little-Homeless-Commission (not their official title) was making paltry recommendations on city policy that would further restrict her church’s ability to care for unsheltered neighbors on the few nights when Dallas, TX is actually cold. 

I worry that many of the proposals [being discussed] come from a Not in My Backyard mentality. I, too, rise to offer Not in My Backyard proposals, but the proposals I would offer are rooted in morality and the faith that comes from Christian scriptures.

This past winter, among the individuals we provided warmth included infants whose mothers were without shelter. Exposed to the elements these children may not have made it through the night. When we open the doors of our church, we proclaim, ‘infants won’t die on the street tonight—not in my back yard.’

When we open the doors of our church we proclaim, ‘people without shelter will not be deprived their right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.’ Not in my back yard.

When we open the doors of our church we proclaim, ‘human beings will not be stripped of their dignity just because they’ve been stripped of their financial well-being” Not in my back yard. 

Close the doors of our church to those in need, try to stop my church from following through on the mission appointed to us by God and you’ll have one hell of a fight in your front yard because this city will not deny us the right to religious expression and freedom so that some citizens can shuffle unsheltered persons into far away places and feel a little better about the comforts they enjoy. 

Bad. Ass.

Years ago, Rachel’s heart was broken by the growing world-wide refugee crisis. She led an exploratory team to Lesvos to join relief efforts there. Over the years, their work shifted to Lebanon, a nation swelling with refugees.  Her team launched Safe Spaces, a non-profit that builds schools for refugees, employs refugee teachers and executes a socio-emotional curriculum to help combat the Post Traumatic Stress experienced by almost every refugee child.

Bad. Ass.

As her husband, I can tell you that although she is wired for badass Christian advocacy, it is not easy for her. It’s stressful and frightening and requires that she make herself repeatedly vulnerable to people who can wound and disappoint her. Teddy Roosevelt’s “man in the arena” speech is written into her notebook because critics ring loudly in her ears. Onlookers see her confident call. They don’t see her tears because she HATES it, let me underline that, hates it when people see her cry (I’m sure she hates that I just wrote that publicly). Still, she chooses to perform same-gender marriages when the United Methodist Church prohibits such work and threatens to take away her credentials as a pastor. She knows in her heart that an unjust law is no law at all. Bad ass.

What does this have to do with the title of this post? 

As big as the cost is of all her badassery, the hardest thing for my wife to do is get on a plane and travel halfway around the world to take care of refugees or meet with Methodist delegates in the hope that she can be a part of building a better church. She isn’t afraid to fly—in truth, I think she really enjoys the chance to unplug and watch movies on a tiny screen while talking to no one for 17 hours at a time. Her biggest fear about all of this travel is that somehow her children will think she loves kids halfway around the world more than them because she consistently prioritizes building schools for Syrian and Palestinian refugees in Lebanon and advocating for LGBTQ rights around the globe while her own children face discrimination at home.

We—as in her kids and I—miss her dearly. She gives life and love and joy to all of us. She will be gone more than she is home in the first 5 months of this year, but we have all decided that we are okay with it. 

When she travels across continent and country to build a more inclusive and united church, Rachel isn’t teaching our kids that other people matter more than they do…she is teaching our children that some things matter so much you get on a plane, leave everything behind and do something to address the needs of our fellow human beings. She teaches them that we have a responsibility for the well being of one another no matter what geography or politics may separate. 

And we are all here for it.

My wife is currently in the Philippines, portions of which experienced recent ruin following volcanic eruptions. Because breathing masks are nearly impossible to procure in the Philippines during China’s coronavirus epidemic, United Methodist relief teams are breathing in noxious fumes while helping communities recover. 

This is three of our kids, packing suitcases full of masks for her to bring to United Methodist relief workers in the Philippines.

We are on team Rachel Baughman. This is how we change the world.

Rachel has the skills and connections to make a difference on an international stage that I never could. So I team up with my parents and in-laws to change the world by intentionally spending extra time with our kids while she travels so that she can focus more on her work while she is gone.

Rachel’s congregation and staff step up in her absence from the church building because their values align with hers. They contribute to her world-changing by preaching, visiting the sick, covering administrative duties and running overflow shelters without her direct participation.

Our kids change the world by telling Rachel it’s okay for her to travel and excitedly greet her when she returns, never dreading or acting out when she, once more, gets on a plane. They see the hero that she is and she sees it in their eyes. 

Valentine was sainted because he sacrificed for love.

My wife isn’t here on Valentine’s Day.

As long as she comes back home safely (unlike St. Valentine), we’re okay with that. 

The Conversation Continues

Written by: Arian Augustus

Following the shooting deaths of Alton Sterling and Philando Castile, Union Coffee hosted a public event called “The Conversation,” and community coordinator Rev. Mike Baughman pledged that “Dallas Will Be Different.” As the national discussion on the relationship between racial justice and policing in America continues, Union is doing its part by talking with leaders in Dallas within its worship community.

On Sunday July 17, guest speakers at Studio included Jim Schutze and Chequan Lewis. Schutze is a beloved, long-time columnist for the Dallas Observer and author of the now illicit history of race relations in Dallas, The Accommodation. Lewis is a Harvard educated attorney, a former member of Dallas’ Mayor’s Star Council, and a southern Dallas native known for his passionate advocacy for initiatives benefitting his community. (Not to mention, Lewis’ recent column in The Dallas Morning News went viral for its eloquent call to action.) Lewis and Schutze joined the stage with Baughman for an informal panel discussion in lieu of the usual sermon. Local thespian and host of Bar Politics, Josh Kumler, led the discussion.

In navigating how to move forward in response to recent tragedies, Lewis noted that, “Otherness makes [people into] a different creature than you are. … We have to fundamentally change the way we treat each other. If we're going to pretend to be the kingdom of God on earth, let's start looking and acting like Jesus.” Such a statement is bold, to say the least, as Sunday morning has often been nicknamed “the most segregated time in America.”

Still, Baughman shared similar thoughts stating, “You have to look for the presence of God even when someone is being an asshole.” That is hard to do. Because some people make you look really hard for the God in them. Really, really hard.

Fortunately, there are people like Schutze who have a surprising answer for the difficulty of finding the good in people and in the current racial climate of our country: “You really need to talk more old, white people!” Shutze also stated that for he and his wife, many of their relationships with old friends are “fracturing over politics.” It seems that more Facebook friends are lost than made over each life that ends in a hashtag. Yet, despite his historical understanding of race, Schutze remains optimistic. “Hope doesn’t hover out there,” he says. “We can do hope. We can make hope.”

Baughman also shared his enduring hope as a religious leader. “I want the church to be involved in [change], but I want it [to stop doing it] on the church's terms. ... We assume that we know what needs to be done, and we don't turn to others.” Indeed, churches alone cannot take on the responsibility for systemic change. If we are going to be truly #DallasStrong, all of us, regardless of church affiliation or background, must start exchanging our knowledge and experiences and working together.

Finally, Lewis provided sound advice on how to combat our country’s race problem at the individual level. “C.S. Lewis smuggled the gospel through fantasy. White people, I need you smuggle the message [of the complexities of racial injustice] to people that look like you. [And] as black people, we have to extend incredible grace. Let people make a mistake or two as long as they're coming at it the right way.”

Union will be continuing the Dallas Will Be Different series with guest speakers Dennis Dotson and Larry Randolph at the Kuneo service on Tuesday July 19. Worship and conversation begin at 8:00 p.m.

We Are Going To Be Honest

Thousands of people walking through the door of Union every year. Today we want to highlight one of those individuals. That person is none other than, "The Honest Consumer." The Honest Consumer is a blog started by a Dallas resident named, Emily. This individual is on a mission to share the stories of social enterprises, to spread the word about ethically made products and to empower consumers.

On The Honest Consumer states on her site, "A purchase can be more than the simple exchange of cash for product. Stop and think about those on the other end.  Who makes the product?  Your purchases could be impacting lives in a positive or negative manner," she continues with an example, "If you could choose to purchase a product from a company employing people striving for a second chance versus purchasing from a large chain store, what would your first choice be? Your decision to purchase from the social enterprise allows the company to expand, therefore, continuing to provide more opportunities to those who are working to better their lives."

Emily, just like us believes, your purchase matters.