I used the first part of this little series to explain some of the differences between how modern Charismatics and Pentecostals view "worship" vs. what worship truly is, and my take on it has a lot to do with how I picture God. God to me is two things I noted - a sovereign King but also a close friend. Depending on the context, my own religious faith gravitates to one or the other of these. In corporate worship, such as attending Mass, I see Christ the King. In my private prayers for the most part, I see Christ my dear friend. The second aspect I will focus on now, as it has some complexities.
As with any relationship, a friendship with Jesus is wrought with a diverse spectrum of experiences. There were times, when at my lowest, I saw him as the friend who embraced and comforted me. At other times, I gave him tongue-lashings for things I perceived as unjust on his part (I found out later they really weren't as unjust in reality though as they were in my own mind), only to begrudgingly feel bad about it later and apologize, because like any best friend you don't ever truly want to lose them. And, despite how at times I have been really nasty in my exchanges with God, one of the things I also realized is that God transcends me and every other fallible human being on earth, and he sees past my pettiness. That is something I am in all honesty grateful for. I have also done my share of putting out fleeces, bargaining, issuing ultimatums, and other things as a sort of holdover from my Pentecostal past, and thankfully God has more wisdom than I do on some things because usually in retrospect I see why it didn't necessarily go the way I wanted it to, and that may in many cases be a good thing. Jesus is a true friend in that he lovingly endures my lack of patience, my volatile temper, and other limitations I have, and in that regard he is better than any earthly friend, as many times our fellow human beings have limits and we can stretch them with each other. That too has shaped who I am as a Christian and person of faith, because it makes me take a more realistic approach to my own faith, and thank God for his supernatural grace at times! In my 55 years on this earth, the main thing I have realized is that I have not arrived at perfection yet, and may never completely be there in this life - but, grace continues to work and grow me, and as long as we let that grace work in us, our faith will be strong even when we are not. That is a radical take from a lot of things I have seen in both my former Protestant background and in my current Catholic identity - there are Protestants and Catholics alike who think they have to "put on a happy face" and do an act of sanctimonious overkill to prove ourselves, but God is, as I said earlier, telling us to "cut the crap." The first step to allowing grace to work and to have a genuine faith is to be real - be honest with who you are, and don't worry about if you fall short, because none of us have achieved the pinnacle of perfection yet. The most encouraging experience I have had with my 11th-grade students I taught last year was a note one of them gave me basically saying "thank you for being real." An educator, pastor, or any other leader cannot receive a better compliment than that - being real. Being real with ourselves, with God, and with each other - this will be the root of true worship also. Which now leads to my next point in regard to that.
Anyone who knows me is aware that I am not really an emotionally expressive person - I am somewhat introverted, and tend to approach things with a quiet caution, especially when dealing with new people. Part of that is just being a normal man - men are taught to control our emotions, although at times I think that can be taken too far as well. We are still human beings, and there are things that will affect us and therefore on occasion a man is definitely allowed to shed tears in grief or sorrow, and no man should be diminished for doing that. My introverted, reserved demeanor also extends to how I worship in the Church. As a Catholic, this is not really a huge issue as reverence and a certain amount of respect for God's house is mandated. However, when I was a Pentecostal it presented a problem. In my Pentecostal days as many of you recall, I attended a Foursquare Gospel church in Dothan, AL, and this particular church was, well, a bit expressive. It seems at some point in their past, that particular church had some sort of revival meetings that impacted the pastor, and he was seeking to re-create that all the time. So, if you were not a person who waved your hands in the air, yelled like a banshee when "the Spirit moved," or danced like a fool in church services, you were seen as odd, rebellious, and yes, even demon-possessed. I would come to find out later that this particular church was actually a glaring exception rather than the rule in many Pentecostal traditions, and it definitely was not a Kathryn Kuhlman crusade - I was the type of Pentecostal then who was drawn more to a Kathryn Kuhlman kind of worship and faith, and not the one this pastor was trying to impose on his flock. Even later, I learned that one of the oldest Pentecostal denominations in existence - the Apostolic Faith Church in Portland, OR, which had a direct connection to Azuza Street - was a light-year measurement in distance away from that crazy Foursquare group in Alabama. Turns out that many of the congregations in the Apostolic Faith movement had full orchestras and they also had a more Scriptural take on things like tongues - they taught that tongues were in a known language unknown to the speaker, and their purpose was more evangelical than self-edifying. While still supernatural in origin, this particular interpretation of the gift of tongues makes more sense than the incoherent babbling many do in your typical hyper-Pentecostal groups like that one in Alabama. Looking back on it now, I am starting to wonder if perhaps I should have looked at the Apostolic Faith denomination rather than the Foursquare group I became part of, but then again, my venture into Foursquare was also based on my personal fanship of their most prominent minister at the time, Dr. Jack Hayford who pastored Church on the Way in Van Nuys, CA. Hayford was a different type of Pentecostal from the pastor I had too, as he was more like what I wanted to be if I ever was a minister - he was well-educated, and he also had those church services then which were personally very attractive to me as they were what I imagined a good Pentecostal church to be. In all honesty then, despite Dr. Hayford being Foursquare, the local Assembly of God church in Graceville at the time had more in common with Hayford's model than did the more hickish Foursquare church in Alabama that was the same denomination. In retrospect, I probably should have stayed with that Assemblies of God church and things would have been much different. In other words, I had probably more of an old-fashioned Wesleyan-flavored Pentecostalism than many people I knew, and even more so, I was perhaps more of an Irvingite than anything because I was even at that time evolving a very sacramental understanding of my faith, which for me was a natural outgrowth of the supernatural aspect of the Pentecostal tradition I was part of. In assessing alternate scenarios though, any way I look at it I would have ended up Catholic eventually because I was on the course for that even in the earliest stages of my Christian walk.
My second experience in a Foursquare church that came a couple of years later was not a huge improvement. I went from an authoritarian, abusive, and cultish pastor to one who was essentially spineless and somewhat not sure of what he wanted. That particular congregation was a relatively new one that initially met in the pastor's house before later moving to a women's club building in the community in Florida where it was located. As controlling and abusive as the Alabama group was, this Florida group was somewhat disorganized and chaos seemed to be the order of the day for them. The pastor was putting people into leadership who led questionable lifestyles, including a young Black man who claimed to be Christian but he was still getting his unwed girlfriend pregnant every couple of years and he was possibly involved in some gang-related activity. He could talk the right talk - yes, he was one of those, relying on all the good religious lingo and all - but something about him just didn't set right either. The pastor's wife then was into film and movies, and she was at times treating the church services like a screenplay, which was odd. The breaking point for me with this group was the rather weird irreverence they treated Palm Sunday one year - out of protest I attended Palm Sunday services at a Methodist church near the house, and had a much more edifying experience. In time, both this and the Alabama church closed their doors, and the cultish pastor in Alabama ended up dying with Alzheimer's disease (something he had decried as a "demon" at one time) while the Florida pastor and his wife ended up divorced. In later years, the pastor's ex-wife matured though, which I am happy to say, and today she is a vibrant woman of faith who is doing some good work in counseling. I am also still close to her too, and a lot of that old garbage from 30 years ago is now forgiven and forgotten. As a matter of fact, she has been a wonderful source of prayer support in the past couple of years when I faced challenges. So, for that saga it was a good ending.
I know a lot of this has been rehashed from previous accounts, but I wanted to delve into it a little more as watching a little bit of the old Kathryn Kuhlman crusade music got my wheels turning. In the entire spectrum of my own faith journey, I don't totally reject my Pentecostal roots - they are a part of me, and perhaps God allowed that to help me grow some. As I continue these conversations, I am going to talk more about how that made me more of a faithful Catholic, even though it is somewhat paradoxical - I lean very much towards a more traditional/conservative form of Catholic faith now, although I am not what you would call a strict traditionalist by any means. For instance, I am not exclusively Tridentine Mass (although I think the old Mass is beautiful and believe Catholics should be able to celebrate it), nor am I against Vatican II as much either. On the latter, much of the controversy about Vatican II I have found does not center around the documents or the council itself, but rather how some more liberal factions of the Church applied it - they took some bad liberties with some of the Vatican II reforms that I don't believe reflect the true spirit of the documents or the Council, and thus it caused some serious problems. And, as a Catholic, I also do not eschew or reject my pre-Catholic past - I knew I was a Christian before I came home to the Church, and although it was an incomplete Christianity, it was still real and I know I was serving God and Jesus - the Church just made that faith more complete. And, I still have many of my old friends who are not Catholic - I know Baptists, Pentecostals, Holiness people, Methodists, Lutherans, and Anglicans - who love God and do believe in Jesus as the only way to salvation, and that makes them fully Christian in my book although their faith lacks the dimension that the Catholic Church could provide them. A hunger does exist among many of these people too, as they are getting the drawing to things such as symbolism as well as a deeper understanding of things like the Eucharist, and you see it in their teachings. One example is my distant relative and well-known Pentecostal evangelist Perry Stone. Perry is by no means Catholic, but God is working in him, and he in recent years has been teaching about a more sacramental understanding of the Lord's Supper, although he hasn't gotten the full picture of that yet. Give him time though, because if he is open God can use that to help him grow too, just like he has done with so many of us. So, while I consider myself a traditionalist and definitely conservative in the form of Catholicism I embrace, I also leave some room for things that many Trads don't. However, in time many younger Trads in particular will mature, and as they grow in their faith as well, they will learn to appreciate more things too.
I still don't feel like I got everything out on the table with this discussion that I wanted to, so it looks like a Part 3 may be in order next time. Thank you, and will see you then.