Monday, February 22, 2016

Life in the Old Baptist Church.

My good friend Lloyd Mattson once complained of the lack of rancor in the Baptist church he attends. Our current Baptist church is the same. No drama at business meetings, save one explosive outburst at an annual meeting a few years ago.

Lloyd's post (theholenews.org) jogged my memory. We had all finished our traditional pot-luck dinner following the morning service. I was our young treasurer and when I was up to bat at a business meeting, I got raked over the coals.

"Why are the payments to missionaries behind schedule?"

"Ah,... after paying bills and the pastor's salary and retirement and the monthly payment for the new pipe organ and the monthly mortgage payment there was nothing left; well there was less than a hundred dollars left. Can't do much missionary funding with that."

At the previous annual meeting, around 1984 the Board of Deacons wanted our missionary budget increased by a whopping fifteen per cent. I put together a presentation showing our income trends over the last five years versus the expenditure trends. By the figures on the screen (from the overhead projector) it was plain that we were barely treading water. I wasn't against missionary funding but I saw red flags while working as treasurer for a few years.

During this annual meeting my presentation advising caution in the proposed budget increase was heard, duly recorded and totally disregarded. Someone mentioned that God owns the cattle of a thousand hills." God will provide", someone else said and a resounding "amen" followed.

One of the elders proposed that each week a percentage of the offering equal to our missionaries' total  slice of the pie chart would be set aside so that the missionaries would be funded.

"If this is done, the power company will be shutting off our lights and maybe the pastor will miss a payday on occasion," I protested.

I was chided for my lack of faith. "What is not of faith is sin," came from a former deacon, Sam, who often sang solos and along with each would preach a sermonette. I protested that God has given us faculties to manage our financial affairs prudently. I may as well have been talking to the walls and the proposal was approved. I was ready to quit my position and let the Board of Deacons figure it out but my conscience stopped me.

In succeeding weeks when I sat down to church business, a good portion of the offering  as reported on the income summary was dedicated to the Organ Fund. Some money was dedicated to specific missionaries. I wrote a check equal to the missionaries percentage, which would sit on my desk and collect dust along with each weekly check. I could not send out these checks because the checks for the utilities, power, natural gas, insurance, etc., would bounce and if enough checks bounced our church would be in trouble.

An ad hoc Advisory Committee was created as a watchdog to be sure that I followed policy concerning missionaries.

Each week I gave a profit and loss report and it was evident that our budget was extravagant, overwhelming our income. The Advisory Committee didn't see it that way.

"George, you're supposed to send those missionary checks right away. The Lord will provide."

"How can I write checks that exceed our bank balance and somehow expect the Lord to prevent checks from bouncing? Too many people are designating their offering checks. A large chunk of our weekly income is designated to the organ, then I don't have enough money to keep the lights on."

In a short time the problem worsened and I reported to the committee that the balance after Sunday's offering, without any cash outlays was less than a hundred dollars. Shock registered on the faces of those present. Soon the committee dissolved and I was in charge of the finances again.

Subsequent annual budgets increased, using the excuse of having faith. "If it's not of faith it's sin,"  someone said at an annual meeting and several jumped on this bandwagon and the movement was afoot to increase the budget. The difference  was a small band of people starting to think conservatively (financially.)

The church has since been through ideological splits. Pastors have come and left. One of the pastors spent the church's money with reckless abandon. I cautioned the deacons as to our rapidly depleting cash reserved. The pastor was brash and had encounters with different members who left the church. When membership and cash reserves had dwindled He was asked to leave.

Presently we have a wonderful pastor. He doesn't chafe at his salary.  He cares about individual struggles and shepherds our church lovingly. He is about to lose his day job because of company financial decisions (downsizing) so God only knows how much longer we will have him, since we can't afford to pay him very much.

I disagree with him politically and as to the origins of the universe. He is young-earth, I subscribe to the Big-Bang and theistic evolution but we get along as friends.

The church finances have been stable for several years and there haven't been any intra- church wars. It's wonderful being relaxed during a Sunday service.
I've seen enough of church strife and divisions, people essentially saying, "Be reasonable, do it my way." I'll take peaceful Christianity any day.







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