I was running the other day,
engaged in one of the imaginary conversations
I often have while running.
We’ve been talking a lot at church about the pros and cons
of being identified as Baptist in our times.
A friend of mine, in a similar type church, commented,
“If they’re looking for Baptist, they’re not looking for us,
and if they’re looking for us, they’re not looking for Baptist.”
Are we making ourselves hard to find
for the folks out there who would like to find us?
Along with the growing sense that we are, there’s the anger—
less now, actually, at those who have undermined
so much of what was best about the Baptist heritage,
and more at a culture that accepts without question
the superficial soundbyte and the “representative” voice
of the one the popular media has deemed “representative.”
So in my imaginary conversation,
I responded to someone’s reaction
to discovering I’m Baptist by saying,
“If you judge me by your preconceived notions
of what baptists are, then you are
as judgmental as you presume me to be!”
I kind of liked that—smiled the rest of the run!