Forty years ago (1968), on this very date (April 23), The United Methodist Church was born in Dallas, Texas. Today, we’re in next-door Ft. Worth, at the 10th General Conference since the merger of The Methodist Church and the Evangelical United Brethren Church back in ’68. This moment in our history stood as a counter-balance to the theme of opening worship for General Conference, ’08. Taking that oft-used quote from Jeremiah 29:11, we are looking for “a future and a hope,” (or “a future with hope”).
As usual, we are off and crawling. Worship at 6:00 pm. I found myself thinking about watching Pope Benedict’s mass in Yankee Stadium last Sunday and comparing it with what I was witnessing tonight. Protestants easily stereotype Catholic worship as a combination of rote and pageantry. Although the dais on which the Pope sat and where the altar for the mass stood was huge, the service itself was, as liturgical services go, quite simple.
By comparison ours was oddly flashy: lots of “extras.” We always try in worship to demonstrate not only the make-up of our church, but also our intent to be inclusive. Like the Catholics last Sunday with the Pope in Yankee Stadium, we, too, celebrated Holy Communion in the Ft. Worth Convention Center. As usual, there was great music, with lots of visual (though not overstated) stimuli. The sermon by Bishop Janice Riggle Huie of the Texas Annual Conference was solid. We are resurrection people. Our hope is not the vague, vain hope of “I hope so,” but the vibrant hope of people who know the resurrected Christ.”
A man announced that roughly 6,500 people had participated in worship. The convention center looked 80% full up in seating area. All the delegates sat/sit on the floor of the center, so the place was really full.
Worship behind us, we move to the opening exercise of the business side of Conference – enabling motions to set the bar, practice using the wireless voting pads, a check of security and then approving the various procedural rules so that the Conference can function. I said to one of the other reserve delegates next to me, “I really appreciate the people who have an eye for this sort of detail. I don’t.”
It’s midnight. Day 1 in the books. Our delegation meets at 6:15 tomorrow.