I was sitting with a couple of friends in the last session of this year’s BSC annual session. I believe said session will forever be remembered as one of “those” times. I mean one of those “know where you were when” kinds of moments. I know that I, for one, will remember it as long as my brain functions normally.
As the vote totals for the amended single giving plan were read . . . well all the metaphoric clichés have been used . . . it was disheartening. Some folks literally sank in their chairs, and yes I am aware that there were others jumping (for joy) out of theirs. But I am not seeking to espouse a view on either side of the nearly evenly divided issue. The vote was close, the decision is final, and it was and is what most of the people (and hopefully the churches they represent) in the room wanted. I can move on. I really can.
But I keep hearing the words of BSC president Rick Speas ring in my ears. Within minutes after the reading of the numbers, Speas dutifully took the podium and said something like this:
Well, I think we are just about done.
I never thought of the BSC President as a prophet, but I believe those were prophetic words. He was speaking of course of the actual business of the session itself. I fear the prophecy might be of so much more. I am a (relatively) young man. But even I remember when a 5000 seat “bowl” wouldn’t hold all the messengers for a BSC Annual Meeting. Every year, there were more and more NC Baptist to meet, get to know, and fellowship with. But that might well be history. The continuing trend of record lows in attendance made worse because some churches won’t even bother to send their monies through CPMG and thus won’t be granted messengers. The feelings of exclusivity made more rampant by shouts to get certain things (and people) out. I could go on, but won’t.
It is just that I think the Convention, the annual session, as I have known it all my life, might very well be done.
If I go any further, I will most likely begin to do what I said I was not going to - expound a position. So I’ll stop. I can only hope those words were not as telling as it looks like they might be.