WHERE I WENT AND WHY:
This has been a tough week for my beloved city. Where could I go to seek reflection and understanding? I decided to go to 1st United Presbyterian Church. This is an African American congregation in the heart of Center City. It was founded after the Civil War as an outgrowth of First Presbyterian. The former slaves no longer wanted to sit in the balcony but wanted a church of their own. I had heard very welcoming and good things about the congregation and their pastor.
WHAT TO KNOW IF YOU WANT TO GO:
First United Presbyterian is located at 406 North College Street at the intersection of 7th St. across from the Museum of the New South. Worship is at 11. Dress is dressy, though not all of the men were in ties. Parking is on the street or over at 7th St. Station. There is also a surface lot beside and behind the church, but I'm not sure if its free or pay. Sunday service is at 11 am, which made me late to the Panthers game, but I think I had my priorities straight! And by now we know it was a losing cause!! (LOL)
REFLECTIONS ON WORSHIP
MOOD:
The first thing that "hit me" when I walked in was how beautiful the Sanctuary is, especially the chandelier and ceiling. It took my breath away! According to their website and church history, the congregation bought a wooden Lutheran church in 1869 on this corner. I have no idea how much of the structure is original (it is now brick), but the semi circular pews, stained glass windows, organ and chancel, definitely put me in a reverential mood.
After I was seated and was studying the bulletin, Sam came over and welcomed me. I was not the only white person attending today. Of the 50-60 folks in attendance about 10% were white, and several interracial couples where there. After the service, the pastor welcomed me with a big bear hug! The congregation was older but there were several teens in attendance, no children were present and there was no mention of a nursery in the bulletin.
MUSIC:
They were welcoming a guest organist today, but from the announcement, I gathered that he was not new to the congregation. The hymns and music were very traditional and well done. The choir was small (8 members) but powerful, and by facing the congregation were able to lead the congregation and those around me often sang in harmony. During the Offertory, a soloist sang an amazing counterpoint to "Order my steps in Your Word."
After the morning prayer, 5 women in red stood in front of the Chancel and performed In Spiritus Dance Selection: "I Can only Imagine". Since they were mostly seen from the waist up, most of the dance was done with their upper bodies and arms. It reminded me of enhanced sign language and was beautiful and very expressive. During the last chorus the congregation was invited to join them and colorful scarves had been placed in the pews. Many folks waved them to the music creating a beautiful rainbow. After the service, I sought one of them out and told them how much I had enjoyed their efforts. She said that they dance about once per month especially September through May and for special services. She quickly invited me to come practice with them! THAT is welcoming!
MESSAGE:
During the morning prayer, he prayed, "Give us imagination to bring justice and to fix what is broken." Praying for imagination I thought was very eloquent.
Rev. Tuggle's message deviated from the printed text and instead he spoke about grief using Psalms 23 and 6. I wrote furiously, but I will try to condense my summary.
In using Psalm 23, he told the story of a great orator who recited the often-memorized words and received a long standing ovation. He was followed by a stooped old man who spoke very softly but audibly. At the end of his recitation, no one clapped, but there was not a dry eye among the listeners. The difference: the old man KNEW the Shepherd.
In using Psalm 6, he concentrated on our response to the grief we all feel at the death of the 2 men and of the riots in our city. He said we should embrace our grief and be thankful for our loss, for it allows us to refocus on what is truly important. It also empowers us to have empathy with others who are grieving especially our collected community. In refocusing, we should look beneath our grief and look for the underlying causes of the anger many displayed. He cited the study that shows Charlotte ranking 50th among 50 cities in upward mobility. If we ignore these reasons, frustrations will continue.
I was especially moved when he acknowledged that crying is a way of helping us refocus on what is important. The Psalm says "I drench my couch with weeping..." He encouraged us to tell someone you love them, for life is short and uncertain. A couple in the front row turned and kissed each other.
He concluded by saying "hard conversations" aren't enough. We having been calling for these for a very long time. It is time to "do what is right".
OBSERVATIONS AND OUTREACH:
- Again this week I was moved by the mood, music, and message! There were "nuggets" everywhere.
- This congregation is celebrating their 150th Anniversary this year, as is the congregation I grew up in. But their preparation is very different. They are preparing for the visit from the Clerk by having 2 different Bible Studies on racism and reconciliation. Wouldn't it be wonderful if my very white Southern Lutheran church which was formed the same year could join them? Their celebratory banner was beautiful and today they were welcoming an artist commissioned to produce something special for their celebration.
- Being an older congregation, one whole page of their bulletin was dedicated to sick, shut-ins, and those in the hospital.
- In listing those who serve they listed the person in charge of security. I guess after Charleston, this is a sad reality.
BULLETIN: