If you are ever driving around in the Florida panhandle in an area just south of the Alabama line and you are lost and you see a hand printed sign that is advertising the annual rattlesnake rodeo in Opp, Alabama, make sure you stay in Florida, just south of Opp. The state line is not well marked and you really don’t want to be in Opp during the rodeo. However, you will be pretty close to the first church I ever pastored. Just about the only way you can find that church is to be lost. I understand that now the road running by it is paved, sort of, but you still have to be lost.
Sandy
Creek Baptist Church. The church was started in 1823 and is currently on its
third building. The first building just rotted away. They built a second building
and it lasted almost a hundred years. It needed replaced badly, but the people
were attached to the old barn and didn’t want to tear it down. So, one night it
was struck by lightning and burned to the ground. The third building was built,
and that was the one they were in when our one year old son and Marsha and I
arrived. The oldest graves in the cemetery went back to the 18 teens, so there
had to have been a place of worship somewhere, but the church was officially
started in 1823.
I
love history and I would walk around the cemetery every morning and look at the
headstones and try to imagine what those people were like. It was actually a
fairly large cemetery. Marsha didn’t like it because the only place to park
next to the parsonage was in a narrow strip between the parsonage and the
cemetery. You actually had to step into the cemetery to get into the car.
Absolutely would freak her out. Anytime it was storming during the night she
would have her face pressed against the bedroom window and when lightning would
flash, she would call out, “I saw one!” When she was a young teenager, she saw “Night
of the Living Dead” several times and she was convinced that our cemetery was
giving up its dead.
Anyway,
I am drifting. The minutes of all the meetings of the church were kept in
several volumes in a special place. Somehow, they had survived the fire. The
very first entries were from the very first day of the church. The notes were
all written in a very precise hand. The handwriting changed every twenty years
or so, but it was always meticulous. The language changed, as well, but it was
always easy to read. I would read something that struck me as interesting and I
would jot down the names and then, on my cemetery walks, I would look for the
people involved. I had great times in that cemetery.
For
about the first ten years of the church it was a quarter-time church. Then, for
maybe the next hundred years, it was a half-time church. What that meant was
that one man would pastor four churches, going to a different church every week.
Hence, quarter-time. This was common all over the country in those days. In
fact, the Christmas song that goes ‘….we can make a snowman, and pretend he
is parson Brown. He’ll say are you married and we’ll say no, man! But you can
do the job when you’re in town!’ directly references that practice. The
distances between the four churches (and later when it was just two churches,
thus half time) were often quite impressive for the day. The pastor would leave
one church on Monday morning and arrive at the next one by Wednesday or
Thursday and then have a Bible study that night and church on Sunday. And boy,
would they have church! The preacher would preach two hours and the singing
would go on for an hour and then they would break for lunch and then come back
for more. But there was always one notation that I didn’t understand. For
decades it said, “Mr. Ezra Haughton brought the study.” In time, after Ezra, it
changed to someone else, and that gentleman ‘brought the study’ for a few more
decades.
We
had an eighty year old Reese Haughton in the church and one day I asked him
about Ezra. Turned out that Ezra had been Reese’s great grandfather. As Reese
explained it to me, the church was quarter time as far as the pastor was
concerned, but they still gathered every Sunday at the church for ‘divine
services.’ Old Ezra was a deacon, and he would bring a Bible study every Sunday
during the service, whether the preacher was there or not. The Bible study was
the important thing. The preaching was just extra. In that church it was still
that way when I was there.
That
was as it was back then. Not just in the Florida panhandle, either. Anywhere
there was country and country folk, they went to church on Sunday. The emphasis
was not on the ‘worship,’ but on the teaching. Just one example from the Yoke,
back in the 1800s the ladies organized a group that would eventually become the
Women’s Guild. It was created just for Bible study. No food, no refreshments,
no merriment. Just study. People were serious about the Word of God back in the
day, and our churches were stronger.
This
Sunday we are switching things up a little. Sunday School will start at 9:00 AM
and end at 9:45. Church will start at 10:00 AM and it will be over when I am
done preaching, somewhere between 11:00 and 11:15. The reason for this is to
give Sunday School its just due. As it is now, church is over and everyone
stands around and visits, then they go to Sunday School and Sunday School has
about twenty minutes. If we have a meal or maybe a meeting after church, Sunday
School is eliminated. This way, the most important part of Sunday morning will
be given its very own place. If you go to Sunday School on a regular basis
anyway, you will wind up getting out of services a little earlier than normal.
I
know some of you don’t like this new schedule. Church has been first for a very
long time here. It is a tradition, and we do like our traditions. For others,
you like to get out of church and either get home early or get to The Fried Egg
or Bob Evans before the other church folk. Like if you don’t get there early
all the food will be gone. But remember, this is not being done to mess your
Sunday up. This is being done to provide Sunday School with the time it needs
to do the really important work that it does. Almost every church around (if
they still have Sunday School) does it this way, and for the same reason.
Think
about why you don’t like this idea. Now does your reason for not liking this serve
God, or does it serve you.
This
idea doesn’t come from me. However, I completely agree with it. I know you
folks know I love you all. I also know that you know I would never back
something that would be detrimental to you or the church. This is a good thing.