KOH2RVA: Day 264

Interfaith Jefferson

I’m not sure whose idea it was that my interfaith group should visit Monticello, but that’s what we did on Wednesday. There was something in the memo about Thomas Jefferson’s commitment to “religious liberty,” and how important it is for all Americans to be able to worship in the way they choose. So, Jefferson himself (and not just his statue) might have been pleased to pose with Ben Romer, a Jewish rabbi (at left); Ammar Amonette, a Muslim imam; Thomas Jefferson, author of the Declaration of Independence; Nathan Elmore, a Baptist campus minister; Jim Somerville, a Baptist pastor; and Bill Sachs, an Episcopal priest. Not pictured above is Imad Damaj, head of the Virginia Muslim Coalition for Public Affairs, who snapped this photo.

We went from Monticello to the Kabob Palace in Charlottesville for lunch (delicious), and for a meeting with Peter Ochs, the Edgar M. Bronfman Professor of Modern Judaic Studies at the University of Virginia. Dr. Ochs coined the term “scriptural reasoning,” and is the co-founder of the Society for Scriptural Reasoning, which promotes interfaith dialogue among Christians, Jews, and Muslims through scriptural study groups. So, after lunch, we studied some scripture.

We looked at a verse from the Qur’an about the Creation, this one, 2:117, which reads: “Originator of the heavens and the earth. When He decrees a matter, He only says to it, ‘Be,’ and it is.”

We noticed how similar that one is to Genesis 1:1 that reads, “In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth,” and continues in verse 4 with, “God said, ‘Let there be light,’ and there was light.”

And then we looked at John 1:1 that reads: “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God,” and continues in verse 3 with, “All things were made through him.”

The imam had trouble with that one. “How could the Word be God and God be the Word?” he asked. “Those sound like two different things and God, as you know, is One.” And I said, “Well it says right here, ‘God was the Word’ and ‘the Word was God.’ The two are one and the same.”

We didn’t get much past that on Wednesday, but pause and reflect on that moment when the Baptist pastor and the Muslim imam were discussing Scripture in the most cordial, respectful way you can imagine. That probably wouldn’t have happened if we hadn’t spent some time together already, getting to know each other and becoming friends. Part of our “mission” in this interfaith group, is to show all of Richmond that just because we come from different traditions and have different beliefs, we don’t have to be enemies. We are trying to model true interfaith friendship. If you have eyes to see it, it is a way of bringing heaven to earth. And on Wednesday, even though we didn’t agree on everything,

We talked like old friends.

KOH2RVA: Day 263

AlkulanaSometimes the best way to bring the Kingdom of Heaven to Richmond, Virginia, is to get out of town. At least, that was the thinking of a few bold women who started “a little camp for city kids” nearly a hundred years ago.

Last night Beth Reddish Wright told us the story of Camp Alkulana, a year round mission of the Richmond Baptist Association with a targeted summer ministry to inner city children. Here’s what the web site says:

The camp has been in continuous operation since it began in 1915. The kerosene lanterns, which shone from the windows of the first cottage, appeared as bright eyes shining through the forest. Thus, the Indian word, “Alkulana,” meaning “bright eyes” became the official camp name.

Camp Alkulana is located in Millboro Springs, Va, deep in the Alleghenies. The proximity of the camp to the George Washington National Forest provides it with boundless space and endless program resources. Some of the activities offered during the summer are hiking, cave exploring, camping out, cooking out, rock climbing, rappelling, ropes course, swimming, crafts, Bible study and worship.

Though the camp is in Millboro Springs, we consider our ministry in Richmond because we serve the children and youth of Central Virginia. Throughout the year in Alkulana offers ongoing supports in Richmond to its campers through large group gatherings, a mentoring program for older campers, and a targeted leadership program for its junior counselors.

Camp Alkulana’s Mission is to reveal God’s love to low-income and at-risk children and youth of Central Virginia so that they might realize the intrinsic value in themselves and others.

Beth told us the story of a girl named Jo-Jo who was afraid to join the other campers in jumping off a rock into the river. The rock was high, and when she looked down she thought, “Uh-uh. I like my life, and I love to live.” She was scared. But everybody else was jumping and splashing into the water and coming up laughing. Finally her counselor yelled, “Scary things make good memories!” And so she did it; she jumped.

It was so much fun she did it all afternoon. And later? She remembered what her counselor said: “Scary things make good memories.”

Maybe we should say it like this: some kinds of scary things make good memories. Jo-Jo was from Gilpin Court, one of the poorest neighborhoods in Richmond. Drug deals go down in that neighborhood all the time. People sometimes get shot and killed. But for a little while last summer she got away from all that. She went to a place where she could see the beauty of God’s creation all around her, where people were kind to her and shared the love of Christ with her, and where the only scary thing was the idea of jumping off a rock into the river. I can almost picture her asking: “Is this heaven?” and I can almost hear someone answering,

“No, it’s Camp Alkulana.”

Every year at First Baptist we take up a special offering for Camp Alkulana. This year, as we continue our year-long, every-member mission trip to bring the Kingdom of Heaven to Richmond, Virginia, you might think of your offering as a way to do that: as a way of getting kids like Jo-Jo out of the city long enough to experience heaven on earth.

I’m planning to double my offering this year. I hope you will do the same.

KOH2RVA: Day 262

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How much do I love Richmond? Enough to spend two hours at a school board public hearing last night.

I was invited by a friend who was concerned about the impact of a proposed re-zoning of the school districts. He mentioned something about “re-segregation” and “going backward in time.” But I also got an invitation from Margaret Howlette at Clark Springs Elementary School, where I volunteer as a “lunch buddy.” She was concerned because the proposal would close Clark Springs! (her exclamation point, not mine).

I needed to go.

I told my daughter Catherine later it was a fine example of the First Amendment in action—the freedom of speech—because everybody who wanted to say something got to say it and the members of the school board just sat there and listened. Some of the things they had to listen to were hard: one woman told them they should be ashamed of themselves for what they were considering; another told them they worked for “the people” and as one of the people she was putting them on notice. Other things were touching, like the second-grade boy in the orange shirt who stood on tiptoe in front of the microphone and said, “Please don’t close my school!” Some of the speakers appealed to the head; others appealed to the heart; some just needed to get something off their chest.

What impressed me about the whole process was the idea that in this country you can get a hearing. Those school board members sat there the whole time, and except for calling down someone who booed loudly from the back they did not speak. They listened, or at least appeared to be listening, to every word.

Who knows what words stayed with them as they left Thomas Jefferson High School last night? Who knows what thoughts troubled their dreams? I do know this: that as a leader you sometimes make decisions that are unpopular. But I also know this: every word that is spoken—even the most critical one—stays with you. It gets tumbled together with all the other factors in the decision-making process. Sometimes it is that word that makes all the difference in the outcome.

I did not speak last night. I listened. That’s how much I love this city. I can only pray that the members of the school board did the same thing, for the same reasons, and that—in the end—they will be led by love and not by anything else.

It’s hard to believe that this is how the Kingdom of Heaven will come to Richmond, Virginia, but respectful talking? Respectful listening?

That’s always a step in the right direction.

KOH2RVA: Day 261

Women Build

Is pride a sin? And is it a sin for a pastor to be proud of his people? If so then you might as well lock me up now because I am guilty, guilty, guilty.

Take a look at this picture. These are the women of First Baptist (and a few others) who participated in Habitat for Humanity’s recent “Women Build” in Richmond, which Habitat explains like this:

Women Build is Habitat for Humanity’s program for women who want to learn construction skills and build homes and communities. This program brings together women from all walks of life to address the housing crisis facing millions of women and children worldwide. No experience is necessary!

On the front row: Eleanor Dodson and “the ladies who brought lunch” (Jeannie Williams, Margaret Payne, and Lu Treadwell). Second row: Mary Ann Delano, Emily Johnson, Resa Hillman, Millie Barnes, Marquita Edmonds (homeowner). Third row: Whitney Guthrie (from Habitat), Liz Southworth, and Lori Bianco.

Mary Palmer, who sent this picture, says: “The house is a two story with 4 bedrooms. It’s lovely. The building our ladies built was the backyard shed. They did a great job. Bob Palmer was in charge of the build that FBC participated in this year.”

Thank you Bob and Mary. Thank you Jeannie, Margaret, and Lu for bringing lunch. Thank you Whitney from Habitat for being there. And on behalf of Marquita Edmonds, homeowner, thank you Eleanor, Mary Ann, Emily, Resa, Millie, Liz, and Lori for swinging some hammers, driving some nails, and putting God’s love into action.

How does the Kingdom of Heaven come to Richmond, Virginia?

One blow at a time.

KOH2RVA: Day 260

old friendsIt’s Memorial Day, and it looks like a beauty. I just stepped out on the front porch to unfurl my flag and everything was so peaceful and sun-drenched—newspapers still on the front porches, absolute quiet on the street. Even now, as I take the first sips of my morning coffee, all I can hear is the birds singing in the back yard.


Yesterday I witnessed a Memorial Day moment that really was heaven on earth. Henry Kellam III (a member of First Baptist Church) invited me to his home where his father, a WW II veteran, was about to be reunited with an Army buddy he hadn’t seen since the war. Here’s an excerpt from the story that appeared in this morning’s Richmond Times-Dispatch.


BY TED STRONG Richmond Times-Dispatch

Two old friends saw one another for the first time in 67 years Sunday.

In late May 1946, as seasoned veterans of the Burma front in World War II, they said goodbye at a New York train station. The pair had met at Army basic training in 1943 and been together, more or less, throughout the war, working on a road through the Asian jungle.

They planned to meet back up, but never did. Over the years, Henry H. Kellam Jr., 88, of Raleigh, N.C., and Preston Van Dyke, 89, of Pompton Lakes, N.J., were in and out of touch.

Kellam moved around before settling in Raleigh, where he worked at a Westinghouse plant for 35 years. Van Dyke became a New Jersey mailman.

The men’s reunion Sunday was arranged by their families, who recently got in touch with each other.

“You should have seen them crying when they first got together,” said Kellam’s son, Henry Kellam III.

Van Dyke was already headed to Staunton to meet a 4-month-old grandson, so the Kellams arranged for Henry Kellam Jr. to travel up from Raleigh, and the two men met at the home of Kellam’s son in Richmond’s Fan District.

“I just thought it would be a nice thing to do for him,” said Trudi Van Dyke-Simms, Van Dyke’s daughter.

The two veterans sat on a porch, had their photos taken, met each other’s families, swapped stories and looked through Kellam’s old scrapbook.

Old FriendsIt’s a treasure trove of a book, packed with photos taken with a box Kodak 620: temples, elephants, locals of all stripes, a cremation and suntanned soldiers.

Serving with an engineering unit, the two had been shipped across the U.S. and then across the Pacific. Van Dyke was also with Kellam at the U.S.O. function where Kellam met Thelma Hilbig, his future wife.

In Asia, they worked on the Ledo Road, which led from India across Burma to China, a U.S. ally in the fight against Japan. The road was intended to reduce the need for air supply across the Himalayas to Chinese forces.

Kellam, who ended his service as a technician fifth grade, is quick to say that he was never in combat. He did maintenance on machinery that was building the road and is modest about his contribution.

He recalled volunteering for duty guarding the stockade, because it meant he could get to Calcutta more. He was told to shoot the prisoners if they tried to escape.

“I told them I’d shoot them in the leg, maybe,” he recalled.


It was truly moving to see these old friends together again for the first time in all these years. When I told them I needed to go Henry III asked if I would say a prayer. I did, and as I recall I said something about how reunions like these rarely occur this side of heaven.

But yesterday, this one did.