Progressive Baptist Church Pastor Charlie Dates on What American Evangelicals, Who Are Troubled By Their Declining Political and Moral Influence, Can Learn From the Historic Black Church Which Has Often Been Forced to Preach From the Margins of American Society

Charlie Dates, Senior Pastor of Progressive Baptist Church in Chicago
Charlie Dates, Senior Pastor of Progressive Baptist Church in Chicago

The powerful, painful history of the Black Church has much to teach us as our culture continues to push the church to the margins of society.

At dinner the other night, our family sat in earshot of a group of people discussing presidential politics. They were older, Caucasian, and rather conservative in their political leanings. It was clear that they, like many Americans, are uninspired and—in their words—disheartened by the current party presumptive nominees for this year’s election. Their reflections echoed aged sentiments of prestige, shared beliefs, and religious privilege once represented by the Oval Office.

I mentioned to my wife how nice it must have been for generations past, and cultures unlike ours, to enjoy a political system concerned about their values and attentive to their voices. Our forefathers experienced a rather different portrait of American presidents and politics, one that left them living not in the center, but on the margins of American culture.

This is no bitter slight to American history so much as it is an acknowledgement of the new disequilibrium so many American Evangelicals are feeling in the wake of a cultural shift.

More accurately, it is like an earthquake; the changing political and cultural landscapes of our nation are peaking to new levels on the American Evangelical Richter scale. A few weeks ago I had the privilege of preaching at the National Conference on Preaching in Washington, D.C. The theme of the conference was “Preaching and the Public Square.” One could sense the palpable concern that the American Evangelical pulpit is drifting closer to the margins of societal sway. It is losing political influence and moral capital.

The days of the supposed moral majority are well behind us, and the reality of the mushy middle is clearly upon us. We are learning that America is not that bastion of Christendom we once alleged. Our politics betray us, our values surprise us, and our new cultural norms indict us. In this I see no concern for despair. These may be the Church’s finest days.

My proposition is simple: Evangelical churches in America can benefit from the testimony of other Christians who have long lived on the cultural margins, from a people group who wielded no political influence or economic superiority—a people who functioned largely as a subset, or minority in the larger American Evangelical story. In their history abides a witness; a recipe for thriving ministry, and an illustration of the gospel’s power to make buoyant a church relegated to the periphery of national significance.

My claim is that the gospel of Jesus Christ enables us to live in the world, to prosper therein without being loved by the world. Our current cultural dissonance can actually prove helpful to our proclamation. But how should the church proclaim her unique gospel message in a culture that no longer widely affirms her leadership? She can do so by not associating Christianity proper with its mistaken Western twin: white privilege. She can declare hope amid despair, and eternal values in light of temporal struggles. In America, I know no better witness of this than the historic black church.

For years, the black church in America has preached from the margins of American society. Her ministry has flourished in proclaiming and preserving biblical truth, growing vibrant, transformative churches, and raising future generations tethered to hope. She is not perfect by any measure, but her method of preaching is worth consideration by the larger church in America, which finds itself moving to the perimeters.

What aspects of her witness encourage our resilience? Let me share three.

#1: Social Suffering and the Proclamation of Hope

The first aspect is a renewed appreciation for the gift of suffering. For too long, American Christianity has meant white American colonization. To Christianize basically meant to colonize. This is not to dismiss the moral foundation of our laws, or the great good the church has done, but it is meant rather to focus on the great privilege certain ethnic groups of the church have enjoyed to the exclusion of others.

History is the single greatest witness that white evangelicalism has enjoyed political, social, and economic privilege that African and Latino Americans have not. In many instances, Christianity proper has been confused with the expansion of white cultural privilege. Almost every American president before John F. Kennedy claimed some Christian roots.

Our American Evangelical heritage praises the likes of George Whitefield, Jonathan Edwards, the Puritans, James Thornwell, and subsequently the rise of Evangelical denominations, many of whom either owned slaves or condoned its institution. It likewise ignores voices like Frederick Douglass, Mary McLeod Bethune, and L. K. Williams.

We rightfully cherish the legacy of great American revivalists like Charles Finney, D. L. Moody and Billy Graham, but simultaneously ignore their partnership with American segregation. American Evangelicalism at large does not know what it feels like to live on the margins. We can sense that day is quickly approaching.

Conversely, African American Christians have almost always lived on the fringes of American culture.

They have been despised twice, both by the land in which they live and the broader church with which they have associated. And yet, they yielded not to despair. At the turn of the 20th century, when oppressive race relations created untenable living conditions in the American South, a great migration occurred.

What is often lost in the discussion of the massive exodus is its church network. Whole churches moved from the South to the North. In Chicago, churches like The Olivet Baptist Church and The Pilgrim Baptist Church hired full-time social workers to meet migrants at the train stations. It is no wonder that by 1966 more African Americans lived in Cook County than the entire state of Mississippi. What is a wonder is that the church fashioned a new community in Chicago to acclimate the new migrant mob.

Churches grew by the trainloads. In this is an illustration of how the black church handled social suffering. They preached hope. I do not mean a generic, pie-in-the-sky veneer of hope. I mean an authentic expectation in the goodness of God amid difficult circumstances. From their pulpits to the restless and fatigued souls of America’s disinherited was heralded the truth of God’s redemptive power in the face of suffering.

I suggest that the American church at large can learn from this. As the nation changes and disavows distinctly righteous ethics, as it relegates the church to the perimeters of social influence, we should find ourselves proclaiming hope. We are not a people who lose hope. And hope does not disappoint. The proclamation of hope does not minimize suffering, but it maximizes glory.

I find today that people need an unrelenting hope that results exclusively from the gospel. This hope is not based upon the right now, but has its expectation rooted in the not-yet. We are saved in hope, longing for something we do not yet see. Our preaching should possess that thread of hope.

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SOURCE: Christianity Today The Exchange – Charlie Dates