by Chris Ritter

The 2022 Jurisdictional Conferences provided a clear view of a post-separation UMC no longer frustrated by the presence of Traditionalist leaders. The UMC in America aspires to be connected globally but governed separately as a U.S.-based Mainline denomination. It will be permissive, institutional, and at peace if in regrettable but dignified decline. Selective in its application of Wesleyan heritage, it will embrace theological pluralism on a scale the old UMC never could. It will take the quest for social justice and diversity as its unifying paradigm.

Other hearts are turning to the formation of the Global Methodist Church, the primary expression emerging from UMC disaffiliations. Two years ago I shared dreams for the yet unnamed traditionalist body envisioned by the Separation Protocol. These hopes take on new urgency as hundreds of churches ford the choppy, chilly waters of disaffiliation to a land unseen. Make no mistake: There will be plenty of fortified giants waiting for us on the other side. While the future will be not be all milk and honey, it may be worthwhile to restate these hopes:

I hope the new church is all about Jesus: His Lordship, his Gospel, his message, his Cross, his Resurrection, his transforming power, and his Coming Kingdom. I hope it is never about anything else. I hope we proclaim the Jesus prophesied in the Old Testament, revealed in the New Testament, and proclaimed in the classic creeds.

I hope we are a praying church, not just a church that prays. I hope we are a worthy of the great heritage of prayer left to us by folks like Susannah Wesley, E. Stanley Jones, and E.M. Bounds. I hope we learn to all pray out loud at once from our Korean brothers and sisters. I hope we lay hands on each other’s shoulders and grasp each other’s hands. I hope the drive to pray interrupts our meetings.

I hope we always find ourselves in humble awe as we gather at the table of the Lord. I hope we never lose the joy and calling of our baptism. I hope we worship deeply, richly. joyfully, sacramentally, and sacrificially.

I hope we are a singing and song-writing church. I hope Charles Wesley and Fanny Crosby smile down from Heaven on a whole generation of artists inspired by and inspiring the work of God happening around them.

I hope we are Charismatic in the highest and best definition of that word. I hope the Holy Spirit fills us with a fresh Pentecost so that our Gospel consists not only in words but in power. I hope our sons and daughters prophesy and our seasoned saints continue to dream dreams.

I hope we confess our sins to one another and hold one another accountable in love. I hope we recover bands, class meetings, and other forms of intentional discipleship. I hope we break free of the gravity of shallow consumer Christianity.

I hope we are ever, truly global. I hope we are African, European, Asian, and North American. I hope autonomous churches in Puerto Rico, Latin America, the Caribbean, and South America help us comprise a new, vibrant Wesleyan tapestry. I hope elements of Evangelical British Methodism will find their way to a place of close fellowship.

I hope we are conspicuously multi-ethnic here in the U.S. without making that somehow the point. I hope this happens organically as we lift up Jesus together. I hope the church is African American, Korean, Hispanic, and a home for newer immigrants communities coming to the U.S. I hope we creatively conference together so as to maximize our impact in diverse communities and prosper our collective witness.

I hope there is no Board of Missions because the whole church is mission. I hope there is no Board of Evangelism because the whole church is evangelism. I hope there is no Social Witness Board because the church itself is the living embodiment of social holiness.

I hope the church embraces education and life-long learning. I hope we have the best minds in Wesleyan theological scholarship and do not make a golden calf of institutional education as the sum of the preparation needed by our clergy.

I hope we have a strong “culture of call” and that the clergy union gives way to pure servant leadership. I hope the best and the brightest of our young people answer Jesus by giving themselves away in ministry. I hope our current gifted young evangelical clergy are filled with holy boldness to lead.

I hope we produce pastors from shift workers, Ivy League faculties, the recovery community, second career people, and former prostitutes.

I hope we are the church of apostolic bishops like Francis Asbury. I hope episcopal leaders spend little time trying to serve the church and use their energies to get the church to serve the world with the Good News.

I hope local pastors and bi-vocational pastors are fully recognized and empowered for ministry. I hope the hard categories of laity and clergy become more and more blurred as we are all in ministry together.

I hope we plant three new churches a day to make up for the losses we have experienced in the times since we planted two a day. I hope we are worthy heirs in evangelism to Phoebe Palmer, Harry Denman, Martin Boehm, and Peter Cartwright.

I hope our conference meetings are like revivals. I hope our iron sharpens iron. I hope we quickly abandon habits that do not produce fruit. I hope we fast and lay prostrate before the Lord when we don’t know what to do. I hope matters of structure and strategy are always kept as secondary concerns.

I hope the Methodist Social Witness will find a fresh flowering as we give voice and flesh to Wesleyan faith and practice in the larger marketplace of ideas and values.

I hope we repent when we mess things up. I hope we never hit the snooze button when the Holy Spirit tries to awaken us to new opportunities. I hope we resist the trappings and comfort of nationalism. I hope prophetic voices are not kept out in the wilderness.

I hope our large church pastors are honored as ministry pioneers and not looked upon with suspicion. I hope micro and mega churches alike successfully reproduce healthy DNA in new locations.

I hope we sell what we have and give to the poor. I hope we adopt and foster kids who need a home. I hope warm-hearted pro-life beliefs are matched with practical assistance to those who are struggling. I hope we welcome the sojourner and stranger. I hope we are place of welcome and healing for the broken, the outcast, and the afflicted.

And I hope we engage more deeply with the LGBTQ community and other sub-cultures. I hope we stop arguing over what we believe and begin serious missiological reflection and action based on those beliefs. I hope the battered and broken refugees of the sexual revolution find a home with us.

I want to hear your list, too. But let me conclude with this:

I hope we don’t react so strongly against what was wrong with the UMC that we lose what was right. I hope we don’t try so hard to prove what we are not that we miss claiming who God is calling us now to be. I hope we don’t succumb to the temptation of replacing all the comfortable structures we are leaving behind… just because.

I hope we can forgive and bless our brothers and sisters in the post-separation UMC so they, too, can move forward with their own hopes and dreams. As Abraham Lincoln said in his Second Inaugural Address, “With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right as God gives us to see the right…”

As we are the ones to be leaving, I hope we leave well… and not look back. And I hope we begin well, too.

It is time to build. That’s kind of exciting.

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