When I was a pastor in Wingate, NC, we took a vote on building a new fellowship hall. Our old hall was a 40 X 40 foot room, and the new program we had started on Wednesday nights was bringing in well over a hundred people for supper. There just wasn’t room for them all. I can still remember the day somebody came into the church office and slapped down a check “for the new fellowship hall.” “What new fellowship hall?” I asked. “The one we need!” she said.
And so we started talking about it.
Just a few months later the church voted on a new fellowship hall estimated at $492,940, a staggering amount of money for that congregation. But with the architect’s rendering on an easel at the front of the sanctuary and a surge of optimism sweeping through the pews the recommendation passed, 157 to 6. The chairman of the deacons stepped down from the platform triumphant, the victory had been overwhelming, but all I could think about was those 6 people.
I stepped up to the microphone and tried to say something comforting. I don’t think I did a very good job. When I stepped back down the deacon chairman said, “Jim, you don’t need to apologize. The vote was 157 to 6!” As if those six didn’t matter. But they did matter, and I went looking for them.
I found one of them in the church annex as the crowd was dispersing. He approached me and said, “Jim, don’t worry about it too much. I voted against it, but only because I moved my membership here from a church that had just finished building a new fellowship hall. It took us three years, and it was all anybody could talk about, and so, when my wife and I came here we were happy to be done with all that. Now it looks like we’re right back in it. But it’s all right,” he said, smiling. “We supported that effort and we will support this one, too.”
“Now that’s the right spirit,” I thought, and frankly that’s my hope for Richmond’s First Baptist Church. 691 people voted on Sunday, and while 464 were in favor of the change in our membership policy, 221 were against it—a solid third of the voters. Today it’s those 221 I’m thinking about. They came and cast their ballots. They did it on the strength of their convictions. And yet the thing they didn’t want to happen happened: the motion carried.
I’m hoping that they will be able to see they weren’t alone in their views, not by a long shot. But I’m also hoping that they will be able to accept the outcome of this vote, and recognize that some of the people they respect most in the church may have voted the other way. Jesus didn’t tell us we all had to think the same way, he only told us that we had to love one another (John 13:35).
Today, even though we don’t all agree, I’m hoping we can all do that.