Public School Under Attack

My Second Grade, Bibb City School, Columbus, GA--on the first row--second 
from the left you will find me. Though there have been some changes made.

Funny I never thought that I would live to see public schools attacked. But today is the day. When I was growing up a thousand years ago we only had one choice. We walked down the street two blocks to Bibb City School. There were no Charter Schools*, no Christian Schools--whatever that means. There was no Home schooling--every adult I knew worked at some job. No time or energy for home schooling. There were no vouchers and no private schools--well, not on my side of town. There were a few--very few--Catholic schools in the deep South.

This was Georgia and in say 1941 there must not have been too much money for schools--even though they did supply pencils and tablets and we did have new school books. I do remember my teachers every Monday morning asking who all went to Sunday School on Sunday. Raise your hands. I didn't realize how Johnny or little Suzie must have felt when they did not go or their parents didn't care. Our Teachers read the Bible to us though most of us did not understand or we thought it was, well boring. The Gideons came along and gave everybody a New Testament. Fortunately (for them) there were no Jews in our school. And though most of us did not read a single word of those tiny Testaments it was nice to have the little Holy Bible in our dresser drawers. We had assembly occasionally and sometimes we sang songs like "On Christian Soldiers". We were a pretty homogeneous group and not a Jew or a Jehovah's Witness or a Mormon within a hundred miles. The Catholics did not live in my little cotton mill village and so few were offended by the religiousity of our school. Muslims--we did not even know that word.

The Teachers for a while could not be married and I am sure they surely could not drink our smoke and most of them, I am sure, had to be borned again. They all went to church. And yet despite it all I got a good education. I learned to read and write and got introduced to books. I never did take to mathematics. But I felt that my teachers cared and that those of us that sat in those little seats felt we went to the best school in the world.

Grade school led on to High School ten miles away. The yellow bus picked us up every

Bibb City School, Columbus, GA

morning. And by then my world was stretched. Why we had a Catholic that was Editor of our School paper. I don't know what she thought of one of my teachers who read a sermon of Peter Marshall about once a week. And I don't know how she and others like her felt when over the public address system we would all say, together, in tandem in every room the Lord's Prayer--Protestant version. 


But I digress. I got stretched first by a Journalism teacher. She talked to me about college. I learned about books in English classes. I began to work on the school paper and annual. And I even began to have a little understanding of government and FDR and Pearl Harbor and then war with the Germans and the Japanese. And except for those times we had to get under the desk and practice what would happen if an atomic bomb came our way--we really felt safe.

The point?  I got an education. Learning happened in those classrooms that is still with me until this day. And when I hear all this gloom-doom talk about failing public schools. The list is long.  Godless--since somebody took prayer out of the schools.  Some of these schools even teach the world evolved from monkeys. Global warming was a Communist conspiracy. We lived in a Southern bubble. Our world was lily white--there would come a day when we began to ask where do all the "colored" people (that's we called them) go to school. Where do they live? They shined our shoes and took home our laundry (nobody had a washing machine). They cleaned our houses and kept us when we were little. But one day the scales began to fall off and many of us realized that white folk were only part of there world. 

So I just don't have much patience with all these jazzy ideas about vouchers and Christian schools and home schooling. And I really get scared that there are some folk out there that want, not to drain the swamp, but drain the public schools of what few dollars they get. If we syphon off this money public education will dry up and so many will miss what I received along the way.

I have even heard there is a move on to call public schools: "government schools." Like we

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call public housing: "the projects." And horror of horrors--there is even a strong group that want to do away with breakfast and lunch for poor kids. Teachers and school nurses tell me that some of their kids get nothing but what they get at school. In Friday the  schools send home with these same kids food for the weekend. The richest country in the world and we cannot take care of our own? There is something wrong with this picture. And speaking of Christians--reckon what the Lord Jesus would say to such cruel ideas?

We have a Secretary of Education that wants to shrink the Education Department. She wants to take  away funds from public schools and give out vouchers and tax credits for those who want to send their kids to schools that teach homosexuality is a sin and that global warming is wrong and Muslims are, well suspect to say the least. So much for so many of these Christian schools. Education is supposed to expand our horizons not just confirm our prejudices. That is not education and no heart or brain gets stretched.

Our Secretary of Education never attended a public school. Neither did her children. She never went to a PTA Meeting or served on a local school board. She knows nothing of the struggles that the public schools in this country have faced. Or how teachers in those schools felt or feel.  Sightings is a news letter comes from the University of Chicago Divinity School. It was inaugurated by Martin Marty wise Church historian. I have always found this newsletter to be fair and thought provoking. The recent article on: "The Hidden Roots of Betsy Devos's Educational Policies" is worth the time. Read it for yourself. If you are disturbed by the direction our Public Education system is being challenged--don't just stand there--do something!

You might like this poem by William Matthews:


Schoolboys with Dog, Winter 

It’s dark when they scuff off to school. 

It’s good to trample the thin panes of casual

ice along the track where twice a week

a freight that used to stop here lugs grain 

and radiator hoses past us to a larger town. 

It’s good to cloud the paling mirror 

 of the dawn sky with your mouthwashed breath, 

and to trash and stamp against the way 

you’ve been overdressed and pudged 

 into your down jacket like a pastel 

sausage, and to be cruel to the cringing 

dog and then to thump it and hug it and croon 

to it nicknames. At last the pale sun rolls 

over the horizon. And look! 

The frosted windows of the schoolhouse gleam.

                                                              —William Matthews

*I don't like too lump Charter Schools in the same category of these others. They are providing a real need. Some of the other groups are too I am sure. But if you want to go to a private school--you should pay for it.

--Roger Lovette / rogerlovette.blogspot.com

Memorial Day--Remembering Time

(Entrance to American Cemetery at Luxembourg)

Last year we boarded a bus took us to the little country of Luxembourg. The heart of that country bears the country's name: Luxembourg City. On the edge of town we came to a huge cemetery. 17 acres. We looked out on a sea of crosses.  5,076 American service members are buried there. Many of these mostly men lost their lives in one of the largest battle of World War II, the Battle of the Bulge. It was one of the last turning points in defeating Germany. General Patton had set up his headquarters there. The people in that bombed-out fearful town rejoiced at what General Patton and his men had done. After the war ended the town wanted to erect a statue near the city center but Patton's widow said no. "Let the monument be his grave", she said. And she had a further demand. "Bury him not at the front of the graves but at the back. The soldiers did most of the work even though he led the charge".

Over 405,399 of our service people died in World War II. The total of the men and women who have died in every war we participated in is 2,852,901.  The VA saw more than 5.9 million veterans in 2015.

Let us stop today and remember our fallen. Most of us know someone who either died in the service or served for our country. On Memorial Day many of them can be seen hobbling along wearing a cap that states the vessel or the war they served in. So--we also need to think of all those who came home. Some broken and crippled and many with enormous mental problems. The families they returned to should not be forgotten. Many of them have shouldered an enormous burden.

Our country is at war with itself these days. Some politicians use veterans as a manipulative tool for their own purposes. When they shout: "Veterans" people stop and listen for the moment. Then we turn to other things in our lives. The best gift we could give these that lie in some grave and those that serve or have served is to make sure that we as people live up to the dreams of all those that love this country.

Let us remember the Statue of Liberty and the promise it still holds for people around the world. Let us remember that everyone in this country should feel safe. Whether we talk of budgets or health care--Memorial Day is a time to tip our hats to all those living or dead that have served us. It is an occasion to recommit ourselves to stretching the word American until it is large and free and hopeful for all.

"Some say God caught them even before they fell."

--Roger Lovette / rogerlovette/blogspot.com

Child Marriage--Yikes!!

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Nicholas Kristof, wise man and "fake (ha-ha) news" columnist for The New York Times writes in this Sunday's Op Ed section about a 11 year old girl in Florida forced to marry her rapist because she was pregnant. No, not some other country--our country. And it is going on more than I ever imagined.

Who was it President Obama said when he was in the White House about many things: "You can't make this stuff up." True...True. I'd write a whole blog piece about "stuff" but you'd get bored with the list.  Read Kristof's column weep--and raise your voice.

--Roger Lovette / rogerlovette.blogspot.com

Church and State Under Trump: Second Stanza

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Our country has many issues on our plate these days. Russia. Budget. Health Care. Immigration. Economy. Terrorism. Division. The list is long and seemingly endless. It would be easy to forget the continual struggle of separation of church and state. It may sound irrelevant but what the state has to do with religion goes to the heart of who we are as a people.

President Trump recently signed an executive order supporting churches and other non-profit groups' right to endorse political candidates publicly. Which means on any given Sunday you might have some Pastor or other religious figure tell you who to vote for. 

In 1964 the Johnson Amendment was passed which strictly forbids this action. Churches and other non-profits could lose their IRS status if they engage in partisan politics. Though few groups or pastors have been charged—this law is still on our books. President Trump says that churches should have the freedom to back any political candidate they choose. 

This is a dangerous directive. To stand in the pulpit and promote any candidate running for office would diminish the moral authority of church leaders. In every church I have served I looked out on Republicans and Democrats and Independents.  My charge was to be the leader of the whole congregation. It was not to be a Chaplain or even a puppet for any political party. The Church was never intended to be the Republican or Democratic Party at prayer. Such an action would divide the church and diminish its voice. Abraham Lincoln during the Civil War was asked if God was on his side. He wisely responded: “Sir my concern is not whether God is on our side. My greatest concern is to be on God’s side, for God is always right”. He knew the church is not in the business of invoking the name of God for any particular person or group. Maybe he was remembering the first amendment to the Constitution: "Congress shall make no law respecting establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof..."

The task of the church is to help heal the wounds of the nation. If we give our public support to any politician we mute the effectiveness of our message and contribute to the divisions that are serious today. No person should be made to feel like an outsider in church. 

The separation of church and state has a long and spotted history. In 1804 when the Constitution and the Bill of Rights were still tender, John Leland, a Baptist pastor wrote, “The fondness of magistrates to foster Christianity has done it more harm than all the persecutions ever did.” Baptists and other nonconformists fled England and Holland seeking a safe place where they could worship as conscience dictated. They felt strongly no King or other officials should intrude on the work of the church. But when they came to America they discovered many still had allegiance to the King as head of the church. In protest many preachers were locked in jail, hounded out of town and some even lost their lives. Why? They dared to believe the church and state were to be separate. So with the help of Thomas Jefferson and others the separation of church and state was born. 

No State should expect the church to be a tool in electing any politician. On our better days the church has courageously spoken truth to power. From the time of the Old Testament prophets on, religious leaders have raised their voices against all sorts of injustices. The list is long. Civil rights. Slavery. Poverty. Women’s issues. Gay rights. War. These are only a few our struggles. Their mandate came from Jesus who always gave hope and help to the powerless . 

Rabbi Jonah Pesner is a leader of the social and advocacy arm of Reformed Judaism. He supports the Johnson Amendment calling it a gift to preachers. “It gives me the freedom, from the pulpit to preach about values and policy, but to be protected from partianship. Because if I were able to cross that partial line a a preacher, I’d be under enormous pressure from stakeholders, from members, from donors. It would undermine my moral authority as a guardian of religious tradition.”

I am a retired minister now. I sit on a church bench most Sundays. I listen carefully to sermons. And if some preacher told me how to vote I would walk out of that church and never return. The Church is not Fox News nor MSNBC. People from all political persuasions come to Church and Synagogue hungry for help, affirmation for their lives and hope for people everywhere. Most folk do not come to hear again what they hear to all day long from social media, television or newspapers. Our task is to help people dream dreams and see visions for a better self, a better country, and a better world. Keeping the wall of separation between church and state may be the strongest wall of them all.

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--Roger Lovette / rogerlovette.blogspot.com

Clemson Says Goodbye to Its Barbershop

Sometimes we don't think we make a difference. We just get up, put our clothes on and go to work. Most days we just do the job--and don't think about if it matters.

Joe Tankersley is one of those folk. He's a barber--my barber. Joe was Principal of three schools in our area and after he retired he was looking for something to do. His Daddy had been a barber.  Early on Joe picked up barbering from his father and was licensed at age 16. So he began to work as a barber at the Clemson House across from the University. He enjoyed his work so much he decided to buy the business in 2012.  People  kept coming from all directions to get Joe to cut their hair. Professors, workmen for the school, folk that live in the neighborhood, college kids--and especially ROTC guys who had to get their heads shaved. One man came all the way from Greenville to get Joe to cut his hair.

When word got out that the Clemson House would be torn down they knew the barber shop would have to close. Over 800 people signed a petition hoping the Barber shop would move to another

location on the campus. But when that did not happen-- customers began to write on the walls of the shop what Joe and that place had meant to them. Professors, students, workmen, people from town scratched their heart-felt feelings on those walls.

The Clemson House which housed the Barber shop has been a Clemson landmark since the early fifties. Everybody in our little town has known where the Clemson House was. High on a hill you could see most of the campus from there. The building first served as a hotel mostly for the University and through the years many dignitaries stayed there. Slowly the Clemson House evolved

into a dorm for Honor's students and then a dormitory. Some retired people lived there for a while. On the first floor there was a fine restaurant where people gathered. In our little town there were few places to eat.  But in one tiny corner for fifty years men and boys of all ages have come too get their hair cut. The Clemson House will be demolished to make room for further growth for the University. Yet folk will remember that special building called The Clemson House.

The barber shop's last day was May 15.  Customers gathered that day to thank Joe for his service, to tell stories to one another and be interviewed by reporters from The Greenville News. Joe's story made front page news of that paper. You might want to read the story. Weeks from now Joe will open a new shop in Central.

Most folk may not know the name of Joe Tankersley but as a teacher and a principal and now as a Barber this good man has touched more lives than he ever knew. Maybe the point of all of this is that what we all do matters. Somebody out there--probably many somebodies--count on us. They may never write their feelings on some wall--but be assured we all count and we all matter. Maybe that's Joe's message for us all.

--Roger Lovette / rogerlovette.blogspot.com

Mother's Day Surprises

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I want to do something a little different this morning. We have a guest here this morning. Her name is Sarah. Sarah, would you please come up here. Be careful with these steps. I started to say something about your age but decided I better leave that out.

Nows Sarah--don't get mad but I am going to tell them party of your story. It's Mother's Day and I think it fits. 

Sarah used to be beautiful. Not that she is not pretty now but she was knockout gorgeous. Sometimes, she tells me, she gets her old photographs out and says, “That was me.” Now her back hurts. Not only her back. Some days it seems that everything hurts. She is married to old Abraham. He’s ten years older that she is which gives her some comfort. They’ve been married for a long, long time. So long that he gets on her nerves. She has to keep yelling because he can hardly hear. Sometimes her patience wears thin and she would like to wring his old withered neck. And then other times she’ll see him sitting there, resting his eyes, he calls it. But he’s asleep and she’ll look over at him and say, “I can’t even think about living without this man.”

Genesis tells their story. Abraham and Sarah were old. Genesis says he was 99. She was 90 if you could believe her. When someone asked her about her age she would say, “I’m getting on up there close to 90.”

If you turn to Genesis 12 God promised Abraham that from his offspring there would come a great nation. His name would be remembered through all his ancestors forever. Abraham listened, but didn’t say anything. He and Sarah had tried to have a child for years and years. Then they finally gave up. And Abraham did have a child by one of their slaves which was pretty common back then. Everybody that was anybody had a concubine.  The slave’s name was Hagar and she had a son whose name was Ishmael. You can just imagine that this did not set well with Sarah. This young beautiful slave girl having a baby she could never have. Sarah caused such a stink that Abraham had to send Hagar and her son, Ishmael away.

Now if you let your finger run down to Genesis 17 God comes back and says you will have an heir. Abraham couldn’t half hear. “An heir?” he said. “I already have a son by Hagar. His name is Ishmael.” But God said, talking louder, “No, not Hagar. Sarah. Sarah will have a baby.” Old Abraham said, “What?” God yelled that time, “A baby by Sarah.”

And Abraham chuckled and then saw the foolishness of God’s joke and began to laugh and

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laugh. A hundred-year-old man and a ninety-year-old woman. Surely God had his wires crossed. Abraham told God, “There is no way that old Sarah could be a Mama. It’s biologically impossible." God simply said, “We shall see.”

So we come to our text—finally in Genesis 18. Abraham is half-asleep, just resting his eyes outside their tent when he heard someone coming. He looked up and saw three strangers. Genesis says one of them was God but Abraham did not know that. Abraham being a good host provided water so they could quench their thirst and wash their dirty feet. Abraham told them he might be able to give them some bread. 

So he went running into the tent and told Sarah as tactfully as he could that they had company for dinner. “Make some cakes,” he said. “Cakes”? She said. “Cakes.” Then Abraham went running off and had his servants to kill a fatted calf for his guests. This was going to be quite a snack. Sarah kneaded the dough and whispered, “Who’s going to help me clean up all this mess?” 

The meal was over and they went outside to smoke because back then nobody knew that it was harmful. And as the men-folk talked one said: “You know you are going to have a son…” Sarah cleaning up inside, couldn’t help but eavesdrop. “A baby? Me? A baby?” And she put her hand over her mouth because she couldn’t believe this very bad joke. "That’s all we need in our old age—a baby. " She just laughed and laughed. 

The Lord heard Sarah laughing and asked Abraham, Why did Sarah laugh?” And Abraham said how in the world can we have a child when we are old, old? But the Lord told Abraham when I come back this way again you will have a child. And then he said, “Don’t you know that nothing is too hard for God?” 

Now if we were fundamentalists I would tell all the older women in this congregation they better watch out. Remember Sarah, I would say. If Abraham and Sarah could have a baby at their age—who knows? After all, it is in the Bible.

But if we take these words literally we are going to be in bad trouble. For if we are to understand the intent of the story and why the church has kept up all these years and told it over and over—because of what it has to say to everyone in this room. And it does not mean that old women can break the Guinness Book of Records. No.  Something entirely different is going on. God promised Abraham that he would be the father of a great nation. You can’t do that without an heir and an accomplice. But verse 14 in that 18^th chapter says: “Is anything too wonderful for the Lord?” Or another translation says: “Is there any wonder which the Lord is not able to do?”

Why did Sarah laugh? The same reason Abraham had already laughed. Because they didn’t believe the promise that God had given. Genesis says they were afraid. Sometimes we all laugh to cover up the fear or to keep from crying.

I think there is a whole lot of laughter going on today. We’re not too sure about this promise business. Or we say—like Sarah—I did not laugh. But the Lord whispers: “Oh yes you did.” 

It is not a very hopeful time in 2017. There is a whole lot of fear and anxiety floating around this country and maybe in all our hearts. I just saw the newspaper Friday—and it showed a picture of another mother standing beside the casket of her soldier son. We can’t seem to end what has become the longest war in our whole history. In  Washington the Republicans and Democrats are trying to gouge each other’s eyes out while at home people are worrying about health care and Social Security and how they can help their grandchild that is just trying to drive off the cliff. I have a friend dying of cancer—I am sure you do too. And I have another friend who has just left for John’s Hopkins. She hopes when they do brain surgery that it will stop the seizure that she has day after day. This is a hard day for many women. As we give thanks for our mothers—let’s not forget that woman that hates this day. She gave her baby up years ago. Or she stays home on Mother’s Day because she never could have children—or after miscarriage after miscarriage she just gave up. Everybody here brought something heavy when you came in this morning. You wanted to leave it outside the door—but guess what—it followed you in and sits on that seat next to you. Most of us are like Sarah, I think. We laugh or at least shake our heads—we don’t see much hope in 2017. My sister-in-law says we’re going out just in time. 

If I have depressed you long enough—let’s get back to our text. Let your finger run down to that 21st chapter of Genesis. And what do you find? Surprise! Surprise! Stop at that sixth verse.  Sarah had a baby. And what I find so interesting is that the promise came whether she believed it or not. Read what Sarah then said: “God has brought laughter for me: everyone who hears will laugh with me.”

The first laughter was the laughter of unbelief. There was no way she could have a baby. We must be realistic. Surely this must be a parable. But this is no parable. For we also bump into a second kind of laughter. The laughter now of faith and fulfillment. And do you know what the meaning of Isaac’s name is in Hebrew? Who would believe it? Isaac means laughter. 

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So you see it does not depend on us. The promise is given whether we believe it or not. And it will come true. The unfaith of Abraham and Sarah could not stop the promise of God.  So what we have here is hope.  H-O-P-E. Hope. In  Romans 5 Paul told his friends in Rome: “…We also boast in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not disappoint us, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit that has been given to us.”(vs.3-5)

And that’s what this whole story is all about. Appearances can be deceiving. God can work in any situation. And maybe we might add the more hopeless the more God works. I like the way Bill Coffin used to put it: “The birth of the new is always messy.” Jim Wallis says that hope is believing in spite of the evidence and then watching the evidence change.

Church everywhere is having a hard time with genuine hope. Almost every church I preach in these days somebody says: “We’ve got to get some new blood in here. We’re dying off.” I worked in one church for a whole year and I asked them one day—where will you all be in ten years? And you know what they did? They pointed to the cemetery. The Presbytery sits down on Monday morning and says: “What are we gonna do? “And down beside how we feel about church or politics or our own particular situation I put the 21^st chapter of Genesis. The baby came. Listen: the Baby came. And they laughed and laughed. Not the laughter of disbelief. The laughter of faith and hope and love, too I think. 

Hold on in this hard age to the hope of the gospel. We don’t know how it will come—this new—this promise—but we know this: the hopeful wonder of God is coming. 

Langston  Hughes was a great poet in the early Twentieth Century. And he lived at a time when black people were treated terribly. His grandmother had been a slave and she must have told him about slavery days. How hard they were. But Langston did not know if it would ever get any better. And so he wrote this poem. I think it came out a page of his own life. It is called: “Mother to Son.” 

“Well, son, I’ll tell you:

Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

It’s had tacks in it,

And splinters, 

And boards torn up, 

And places with no carpet on the floor—

Bare. 

But all the time

I’se been a-climbin’ on,

And reachin’ landings,

And turnin' corners,

And sometimes goin’ in the dark

Where there ain’t been no light.

So boy, don’t you turn back. 

Don’t you set down on the steps

‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.

Don’t you fall down now—

For I’se still goin’, honey,

I’se still climbin’,

And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.”

Remember Sarah the Mama. Remember old Abraham the Papa. And remember how they laughed and laughed. But God was not finished with them nor with us. Thanks be to God!

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(This sermon was preached on Mother's Day 2017 at the Mt. Zion Presbyterian Church, Sandy Springs, SC.)

--Roger Lovette / rogerlovette.blogspot.com

Not So Sweet Hour of Prayer in Washington

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Once in a while I just have too stand up and scream: "No...No...No." This is one of those days. At the National Prayer Breakfast last week President Trump signed a new executive order with a flourish. Under the banner of freedom for religion (Christianity, of course) and protection of free speech in the pulpit--he tried to dismantle the Johnson Amendment of 1954 saying we should give preachers and all non-profits the freedom to support any political candidate without the IRS breathing down our necks.

He has added to his list of terrible executive orders. Why? I thought you were supposed to pray at the Prayer Breakfast. Oh, I know every President has used religion from one time or another for their own purposes. But this action is terribly divisive.

No Preacher should stand in the pulpit and tell people how to vote. I can just hear it now: "God has led me to tell you who you should vote for..." Or: "Surely it is God's will  for (fill in the blank) to be elected President. " What if God's candidate loses? Is God dead or did he/she just make a wrong choice.

In every church I ever served I looked out on a collection of Democrats and Republicans. Of late--I have looked out at more Republicans than Democrats out there. Somebody asked a preacher if her church was Democrat or Republican.  She replied: "Depends on which side of the altar you're talking about." Yep. But to stand behind the sacred desk and tell your people who to vote for is flat out heresy. Your people have brains. And if somebody out there is not on "God's side"--he or she is liable to run you out of town on a rail--and should.

Old time Baptists from the beginning knew church and state should be separate. After living

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under the domination of a king that was head of God's church and only rubber stamp those he approved to preach-what they should preach--and how their services should be ordered--Non-conformists and many Baptists shook their heads. And they fled England and Holland for a new land. Hoping to be free from the strictures of a governmental-run church. But when they got here the Established Church has got here first and was doing the same thing the Baptists and others had fled from. They thought. But there were a multitude here that believed monarchy was the only way to go. So many of the preachers were locked up in jails. Many were hounded out of town. Roger Williams founded the free state of Rhode Island to escape this wedding of church and state. They wanted to make George Washington king but he was wise enough to know this would be foolish. Maybe the President should read his history.

The State has no bid-ness telling the church what it should do. And the church should be free to address the state on any issue--but  when it comes to elections--we are not to be the Republican or Democratic Party at prayer. God is not on either side. The very first amendment to the Constitution stated it clearly: "Congress should make no law respecting an establishment of religion or prohibiting the free exercise thereof..."

The church ought to be free to speak truth to power. This cannot happen when church and state get into bed together. You might want to read Jeremy Peters' take on Mr. Trump's efforts to abandon this church and state amendment He wrote this for the "failing"New York Times.  

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--Roger Lovette / rogerlovette.blogspot.com