DIARY OF A NEW SEEKER

by Richard Burkard

When I decided to leave the Worldwide Church of God, I knew God wanted me to attend services somewhere. Hebrews 10:25 warns believers about "not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together...." Yet the question was: where did God want me to go?

Perhaps you've been in my shoes, or are at this crossroads now. What options do Saturday-keepers have - and are they all a series of freak shows by power-hungry, money-grabbing scoundrels?

This article could help provide answers to your questions. You're invited to join me on my search for a "new church home." Unless noted, we attended all services unannounced and without advance notice.

WEEK 1: SEVENTH DAY ADVENTISTS - I arrive earlier than expected due to light traffic, about 25 minutes before service time. Among the greeters in the lobby is none other than the Pastor, whom I greet by name. I'd visited this church in January, when the WCG cancelled local services for a regional conference. The Pastor gives me a quick tour of the three adult Sabbath School meetings in progress, and introduces me to two of them.

The "song service" starts ten minutes before official service time. We sing two hymns, with an impromptu a cappella chorus on the end of the second. (You'll learn later why this may have occurred.) The ministers walk in and take their places to a "call to worship" song, and it's worship time.

The service is not unlike something Baptists might do - announcements, then a Bible reading and opening prayer. Music is minimal, though, with only one "opening song." There's a children's lesson at the front pews, with youngsters then wandering around the sanctuary with baskets for your "lamb's offering" donations of change.

Prayer time follows, with some offered from the congregation; we kneel on the floor to pray. A weekly offering is taken, a new Deacon is ordained, and a "special music" keyboard duet is played. Then the Pastor speaks for about 30 minutes on, "Walking on or wallowing in the way." He doesn't really get to the wallowing part, as he discusses Eph. 4:1-16 -- the overall theme is unity and spiritual gifts. He's not the greatest of speakers, and admits he has "scribbled notes," but the Pastor seems to know his Greek roots of words. A woman in a wheelchair occasionally offers vocal words of support.

The Pastor introduces a one-verse closing song, leads a closing prayer, and we're through in 90 minutes. That's long for this congregation, which I know from prior visits tends to go 75. The song service leader comes to me afterward, and asked if I was singing. I confess -- yes, I did. (By God's grace, I sing loud and fairly well - while most folks in the sanctuary seemed more interested in chatting.) She offers me her nurse's card, and asks me to call during the week if I can sing with the church's small choir next Sabbath.

The Pastor invites me to his home for dinner - but I decline, because I'm committed to attending an afternoon luncheon with the local WCG Pastor who was "not retained" (he called it a firing) and several other people. What the ex-Pastor said could run me out of "meg space," so I'll save that for another time.

(P.S. Ellen G. White's name comes up only once, in Sabbath School.)

Summary: I feel at home here, even if there's little music. Some people are warm, but others in the crowd of about 100 don't notice I'm there. Yet a few women speak out during services - and the dismissal song "When We All Get to Heaven" reminds me of a big theological problem I have with this group.

WEEK 2: UNITED CHURCH OF GOD - I arrive at this afternoon service a half-hour early and find small groups chatting. Other WCG'ers who have visited here apparently mentioned me, because a few people know my name. I'm offered food from a snack table - but realize as the conversation proceeds that the snacks are really for after the service.

I've happened onto an experimental service in this congregation. Every "fifth Sabbath" starting today, the "preaching service" format will change. The Song Leader leads two hymns from the UCG paperback hymnal (it has a lot of Dwight Armstrong songs, along with some old standards; a big surprise is that "How Great Thou Art" is missing). After a quick, half-mumbled opening prayer, the Pastor comes forward and takes charge of everything else.

This man was my Pastor for years in another city, and he still has a "prophecy bug." For 25 minutes he updates us on world news trends - such as the FBI's "Carnivore" program ("totally illegal"), and Kofi Annan's proposal for a United Nations "global compact" that sounds to him a lot like a move toward Marxism, Revelation 13 and 17.

Then things get interesting. The Pastor introduces a "song leading session" in which men (not women) are asked to come up and lead a song from the hymnal. After a short course in Hand-Moving 101, we sing for about 20 minutes. (I focus on singing, more than the men waving arms.) Next comes an "interactive Bible Study," where the floor is opened for questions - raise your hand and ask, as opposed to the old WCG method of writing things down. Both men and women speak out during this session. I notice the teenagers ask deep questions about faith and Christian living, while the adults ask about end-time events and prophecy.

I'm listening for certain things from this Pastor, and am a bit surprised to hear him mention Jesus more than 15 times. (Herbert Armstrong's name never comes up once.) He urges us "not to throw stones" at other people's beliefs. He suggests keeping the Sabbath and Holy Days shows kindness toward God. He calls Muslims "legalists," but notes they are monotheistic. And he asks us to be humble with the truth, not vain: "The Bible was not written for us to argue about it; it was written for us to obey it." We conclude with the Pastor leading a prayer, after 105 minutes. A "snack and fellowship time" follows with all-clean meats.

Summary: Trial runs like this are very hard to score. The Pastor shows enough moderation about other religions and enough emphasis in Jesus that I'd be willing to come back. But I burned out on prophecy after "European Union 1992," so I hope he doesn't push this topic every week.

WEEK 3, PART 1: "SEVENTH-DAY HOUSE OF PRAYER" - I found this listing in a local phone book, noting it met on Saturdays. It's a storefront church in a corner shopping center with no real off-street parking. I enter to find a Sabbath School lesson in progress; my arrival brings the total attendance to five. The topic, taken from a Seventh-Day Adventist "Sabbath School Quarterly," is witnessing. The Pastor who's teaching it refers to the book of Acts, but talks mostly about his personal experiences. He mentions Ellen G. White three times.

At the end of the lesson, the Pastor offers me items from a rack filled with Adventist literature. I select the 90-page booklet "Steps to Christ" by Ellen White; the cover has a picture of what presumably is a black Jesus. The Pastor explains there is NO formal service today. On the first Sabbath of the month, this group combines with another one at the edge of a neighboring town; they combine at this hall on the second Sabbath. He tells me how to get to the other group, and I'm off to....

PART 2: "ROYAL PRIESTHOOD CHURCH OF GOD DELIVERANCE" - I had to ask for the name after the service; you'd never know from the outside it was a church save for a white cross painted on a wood -stained door. I enter to find myself in a one-room building, slightly smaller than a "single-wide" mobile home. (There isn't even a restroom.) No one else from the other church has made the trip. I join 13 people in the middle of Sabbath School, discussing the importance of God's Word. We jump around selected Old Testament verses to prove this, in a format today's WCG might call "prooftexting." One verse cited is Exodus 31:18; the group agrees this means the Ten Commandments, and "God nowhere said the Ten Commandments were done away." Revelation 22:18-19 is cited as proof of this - the words "this book" apparently taken to mean the entire Bible.

After an hour of teaching, the Pastor rises from his hiding place behind a very large podium. We come up to drop off an offering; he prays over it in an unmiked mumble. The aging Pastor's introductory comments include personal end-time speculation and the burning bush (although he forgets who came upon it). He explains services here are led by the Holy Spirit, not an ordered program. Then the Pastor starts singing, as an older woman plays piano - only they're on two quite different keys. A woman with a tambourine and a guitar player eventually join in making a "joyful noise," which is the only polite way to describe it. You can sing along with the songs if you know the words - but nothing's printed out, and I don't know most of the songs.

Then people rise to give sung and spoken testimonies, which become so rambling that my mind wanders to the woman I dreamed of marrying years ago, but who chose someone else. (On this day, I could understand her decision.) The highlight is a woman who introduces the "companion" she married last Tuesday. She comes every week; he's agreed to attend once a month if she attends his church once a month.

Two-and-a-half hours after my arrival, it's time for a sermon about faith: