Two of the best things in my life occurred because I was not given a choice: growing up in the Fifties, and living for eighteen years as a Wisconsin Synod Lutheran.
To understate in massive terms, there were downsides to each of these. The Fifties were a relatively innocent, cozy, family-gathered-around-the-black-and-white-television time – at least on the surface — when I felt safe walking around town alone, when “drugs” meant penicillin or aspirin, and when having beer at a high school party was only for the very wildest kids (we called them “the Hoods” (rhymes with woods) — I’m still not sure what the reference was but I know I wasn’t one of them.) This was also a time of repression, sexism and racism but I truly didn’t get that then.
I wasn’t given a choice about going to church and church activities. My mom dropped me off most Sundays, and the fact is, my life wasn’t so saturated with other activities that I minded.
During services, I sat by my best friend Pam and we passed notes or played Hangman during most of the service, but I’m pretty sure I absorbed something.
I was way into Sunday School and then Confirmation classes. The major challenge here was to memorize stuff and I was good at that so got lots of gold stars (literally).
Youth group was a social event for me. I wouldn’t have gotten to go on hayrides otherwise, or meet kids from other schools. In our formal meetings, we talked about the Bible, certainly about nothing racy or directly “relevant” to the massive longings and confusion brewing in the heads of most of us. (The Hoods didn’t come to St. James Lutheran. To be honest, almost all of them were Catholic – I’m just saying – which increased their Dangerousness Factor even more and, for the boys, their attractiveness).
In terms of the musical “Grease,” I remained an eternal Sandy – the blonde, Olivia Newton-John character — a sundress-wearing, bow-in-hair, innocent. (By the way, “Grease” was not produced until 1971 – it would have been pornography in the late ‘50s’s and early ‘60’s!)
I wised up in college.
While I am, frankly, astounded at the theology of the Wisconsin Synod Lutherans now, it didn’t matter until I was older. The Church served me well as a kid and young person. Like the era itself, it was safe, bland, and a great community for a lonely kid. (Plus, I learned a lot about the Bible – a great legacy I continue to appreciate).
I was baptized at St. James when I was one. Twenty-nine years later, away from any church for many years, I only came back because my mother wouldn’t let up on me until I had my kids baptized. The initial impetus was to get her off my back. When I relented, I said it wasn’t going to be at St. James Lutheran!
The Baptisms ended up being at an Episcopal church I had “stumbled into” in Minneapolis. The rector said that we couldn’t just get the kids “done” but had to be part of the community first and see if we wanted to buy into it. His refusal to give us a choice on this requirement for Baptism formed my reentry into the Church and became the foundation for my ordination some years later.
My entry and re-entry into the Church were both marked by Baptism – my own and my kids’. My mom followed through on the commitment she made at my Baptism to support me in the faith. Going to church and Bible study weren’t presented as a choice, and she pestered me into Baptism for my kids.
I failed in my commitment with my own daughters. I was divorced, “alone,” and serving at the altar myself many Sundays. At the church I served, the Sunday School was little more than daycare; there was no youth group; and by the time my girls were teenagers I had given up and they just stayed home, as they wanted to.
Ironically, it was the ELCA Lutherans who gave them their main church experience. Many of their friends went to nearby Mount Olivet and my girls joined them and went to a weekly youth group and to Cathedral of the Pines camp in the summer. They loved it.
My story proves nothing if not that the Spirit of God can work despite the hindrances we place in its way. But some times, too much choice can be one of them – for our kids and even for ourselves.
See you in church.
Barbara
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