sometimes when you fly, you land in heavenly places
by bam
sources tell me it’s no secret that i’m a homebody. one of the original give-me-my-old-lumpy-mattress homegirls. so it was with no smidge of trepidation and wishing-it-was-over that i sped off to the airport the other morning, encountered a TSA line sure to make me miss my plane, and nixing all hopes of a hot paper vat of airport coffee.
i flew to music city (aka nashville) where i sang not a note, but i did meet some very very very fine folk. i was there to make a video — five brilliant women + me. i was there in the role of (take your pick) oprah or, my preference, krista tippett. all i had to do was ask questions. the brilliant ones did the stuff that mesmerized me. two of the women are professors, biblical scholars of the old and the new testament, four are preachers. one (the professor/preacher from princeton and yale divinity school) preaches at the oldest black baptist church north of richmond, virginia, a church in alexandria founded in 1806 by the black baptist society whose number swelled when slaves from mount vernon plantation joined in 1815.
that professor-preacher, rev. dr. judy fentress-williams, mentioned to me that she served as senior assistant pastor to rev. dr. howard-john wesley, considered “one of the great orators of this generation” (so claimed by the NAACP, in awarding him one of their most prestigious honors earlier this month). wesley’s sermon, “when the verdict hurts,” preached just 12 hours after the 2013 verdict in the trayvon martin murder trial, was pegged by no less than time magazine as “the best” on the subject of george zimmerman’s not-guilty verdict, in their cover story, “after trayvon,” with the prompt, “if you hear one sermon about america’s trayvon martin moment, let it be this one.”
judy, beyond brilliant in her own right, mentioned to me that i really ought to take a listen. so, of course, i did.
it might have been the holiest thing i heard this week, so rather than prattle on about trivialities, let me turn this week’s table over to the man who left med school to become a preacher, was named a martin luther king, jr., scholar at MLK’s alma mater, boston university, and in whose pews i pray i some day find myself.
pull up a chair, and take a listen: “when the verdict hurts,” july 14, 2013. rev. dr. howard-john wesley, pastor, alfred street baptist church.
what i’d give to be able to go someplace once a week where i was stirred to goosebumps, stirred to action.
made me remember, once again, that when i pull myself away from where i’m most at home, i never fail to be amazed by the wonders always just beyond my doorstep.
who stirs you to goosebumps?
Thank you for introducing me to someone who is in my own backyard. Take another plane, dear, and we shall visit this church/pastor together along with many gardens! Goosebumps? Sometimes, it is you!
dialing 1-800-PREACH right now!
How can we watch the conference ? Anxious to listen to the sermon.
Andrea Lavin Solow
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andrea, if you click the words “when the verdict hurts,” which should be maybe in brown letters as opposed to all the rest of the type, which is black, you will be brought straight to the youtube video of the sermon. it was taped. it’s breathtaking. i was in tears.
the video i was part of is in production for a few more weeks, and won’t be finished till later in the spring…..
but the one to watch is howard-john wesley’s sermon…..let me know if it doesn’t click for you, it should go straight to it. xoxox
Merciful heaven … yes … just listened with Tom.
Simon walked with the cross, with his eyes upon Jesus. What a powerful, powerful message, that we need to live as an example to our children (and grandchildren), a heavy weight, yet a privilege.
I’ve had the great gift of worshiping once at Trinity UCC in Chicago (which he mentioned) … for a “frozen chosen” Presbyterian, it was an exhilarating (and exhausting) experience. And yes, it gave me goosebumps.
Thank you for this. Wow. Whew.
Will look forward to seeing/hearing your conference, when it is available. xoxo
Also, I remember being absolutely aghast at the verdict. I cannot begin to imagine what our brothers and sisters of color felt, and must feel every day, in the face of what must seem like an insurmountable trial. That we still struggle with race in this country is an indictment of us as Americans. Lord, have mercy.
i love that you watched with tom, that you took the time to drink in the whole of the experience. i would love to go to trinity UCC.
merciful heaven……
you are so beautiful. xoxox