Many blacks feel our church is one of an increasingly few things that are uniquely ours. Salting in “white” praise music diminishes that uniqueness and stirs up deep-seated race anger and bitterness. Black churches offer a smiling handshake, but there’s a lot of anger in the black community. Going to a place where you’re outnumbered, and where the cultural norm is not your own, is a daunting experience. I could never join a church which would require me to stop being who I am. Diversity implies risk. It is impossible for your church to embrace inclusivity without growing pains. Personally, I’ve always thought an alarmed church to be a good thing.
Reason 7: Non-Inclusiveness
These days, there’s a lot of lip service going on about
diversity in churches, both white and black,. Most of it is just
that—lip service. True diversity means not just collecting
different colors for your photo op. True diversity means real
acceptance, and acceptance is hard to achieve. I know a lot of
white churches that welcome me when I visit, but they welcome me
as a visitor, the way we welcome a temporary house guest,
knowing they are, in fact, temporary. Welcoming people who are
different, I mean really different, into our midst is a
difficult thing to do. It is a real test of our faith. Because,
when you welcome someone into your home permanently, you welcome
their way of doing things as well. Where they hang their hat.
Whether they squeeze the toothpaste from the bottom or,
barbarically, leave giant thumb prints in the center of the
tube. Toilet seat up or down. Maybe they are neat freaks who
drive you insane. Maybe they are slobs who drive you insane.
Many
churches, especially black churches, talk about diversity
because diversity can lead to church growth and church growth
nearly always means more money. As we’ve discussed, if your
prime motive for church growth is money—which I’d imagine it
nearly always is—then your motives are wrong and God can’t
breathe on your project. True church growth has to be properly
motivated above and beyond the material needs of your church: it
has to be about building God’s kingdom. In order to build God’s
kingdom, you may need to let go of the embedded personality of
your church, broadening your cultural base in order to become
all things to all men in order to win some for Jesus Christ [I
Cor 9:22]. For many of us, change is threatening. For many white
churches, a black face on the horizon can be
extremely
threatening. Thus, in my experience, a lot of white-led
churches with perceptible black demographics still look and
sound like white churches. Black culture is not assimilated into
that ministry, it is instead eliminated from those congregants,
black members having to leave their culture in the parking lot,
as the way things are done in worship are, at best, culturally
neutral.
Neutralizing all culture is not the solution. True inclusivity
requires we embrace and celebrate each other’s culture. In order
for whites to become less anxious around and/or suspicious of
blacks is for whites to learn and become familiar with us and
with our culture. This can’t happen in a culture blender, where
all accents are virtually eliminated and where everything is
bland and neutral. Bland and neutral, as concepts, come across
as “white.” Simply deciding what “neutrality” means is a
cultural decision. Pastors deciding to not offend anybody by not
having any sharp edges on anything at the church are, in fact,
making a cultural choice: white culture.
There exists a large white ministry here,
not the largest, but certainly in the top five, that once had
what I’d consider a thriving multicultural experience. I was
quite impressed by this ministry and by my worship experience
there. A white-led ministry, the worship service nonetheless
incorporated black culture and music, some Latino music
(including a spontaneous prayer conga line that was both fun and
perplexing as nothing so outrageous would ever be tolerated in a
black church). Groups of teens just spontaneously broke out into
dance circles, enjoying themselves, dancing to praise music and
worshipping God. The music was half Michael W. Smith and half
Fred Hammond. And it wasn’t Elevator Music Fred Hammond: the
band played the black stuff *exactly* the way it sounded on the
CD, with all the earnestness of our black tradition, and they
played the white and Latin music styles (remember that conga
line) with exactly the same earnestness. The pastor got up to
preach and spoke to *everyone* with a kind universality and
incorporating multimedia from disparate cultural sources. A
Korean-language church met on the premises in the chapel. It was
a great place. I once spoke to the minister of music, a black
man, and he explained the church’s goal was diversity and
inclusion. His approach to the music was exacting, trying to
balance the cultural palette of the music, not necessarily to
please everybody (which he acknowledged would be impossible),
but to expose everybody to varying styles and, in so doing,
expand everyone’s comfort zone and making everyone feel welcome.
A
year later, that worship leader moved out of state. I visited
the church sporadically over the subsequent months and found the
interim worship leaders moving the worship experience back to
what they knew—white music. And the worship experience at this
church, once so marvelous and inclusive, became a bit hostile.
Going to a place where you’re outnumbered, and where the
cultural norm is not your own is a daunting experience.
Realizing the church was in transition, I gave it a pass,
visiting a few more times before realizing this was a new
direction. Rather than a mutli-cultural worship experience, it
had become a culture-neutral worship experience. Which, by
definition, meant a white worship experience.
Because there simply wasn’t much there to engage me, not much there that spoke to me, church membership never became a serious consideration. I could never join a church which would require me to stop being who I am. Which would make me leave who I was out in the parking lot. Wipe my feet before entering. It’s been a couple years now, and I know a great many black families, frustrated by the poor state of worship in our black churches, here, who have migrated to this church. It is my sincere prayer they’ve moved past what appeared to be a policy of cultural elimination or cultural indifference. I sincerely hope Fred Hammond’s music is being played there again.
