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Jesus Loves All of Us – This I Know!
Available at Nurturing Faith website

Jim Dant, Senior Minister of First Baptist Church of Greenville, South Carolina, in his book This I Know, A Simple Biblical Defense for LGBTQ Christians, (Nurturing Faith 2018) has given us an alternative interpretation of biblical texts often quoted to condemn members of the LGBTQ community.

Dant’s small volume is not intended to be a thorough theological discussion of sexuality in the biblical text.  Rather, it is a survival manual for those on the firing line who want to articulate why the Bible supports inclusion of the LGBTQ experience and community when so many Christian groups “turn the Bible into a weapon.”

In the first half of his book Dant exposes nine Biblical texts frequently quoted to castigate LGBTQ persons.  One by one he knocks down these strongly held opinions.

In the second half of his book Dant deals with five ridiculing statements aimed at churches that elect to become welcoming and affirming.  This is where the most vocal adversaries of the LGBTQ community reveal their shallow understanding of what it means to be a Baptist.

Dant concludes there is no valid, Christian, biblical argument against same-sex relationships between consenting adults and that each Baptist church congregation has the right to decide how it will practice faith under the leadership of God’s Spirit.


As the sister of a gay brother and mother of a gay son, I heartily endorse This I Know as a much-needed resource for all Christians, especially those who are all too certain their condemnatory stance on homosexuality is the only Christian response.  When I came to the Christian faith realization that I, rather than my gay son, needed to change, a boulder size burden I had been harboring was lifted.  This epiphany encouraged me to share my story in Tarnished Haloes, Open Hearts (Nurturing Faith 2012).

By publishing this electrifying small volume as well as giving away free copies of it at the Co-operative Baptist Convention of June, 2018, Nurturing Faith has taken a bold step forward in giving voice to an alternative scriptural view of a “hot button” issue in our country. 

Nurturing FaithJournal and Bible Studies Editor John Pierce states, “We’re witnessing an ongoing debate over biblical understandings of homosexuality and gender identity.  To avoid divisions, we’ve tried to tamp it down to avoid division yet it keeps bubbling up like a well-pressured geyser that refuses to be calm.  This debate is about more than an issue: it affects people.  Putting people first may feel like a compromise of conviction to some.  But it sure seemed to be the priority of Jesus.”  Pierce concludes, “Each case involves people declared to be less worthy of the church’s full embrace and the opportunity to follow the call of God’s Spirit on their lives.  Real people.  God’s people.  Children of God.”

For more information on This I Know, A Simple Biblical Defense for LGBTQ Christians, as well as a conversation with the author that gives insights into the book’s origin and purpose, and the author’s approach visit the Nurturing Faith website.

Additional resources on religion and faith as it pertains to the LGBTQ community (click on the logo or text):
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The HRC Religion and Faith Program



~Lynelle Sweat Mason


The following fond memory of my Mama is in honor of Mother’s Day and is an excerpt from my memoir Tarnished Haloes, Open Hearts, my personal story about giving and finding acceptance in people and places…something I wish we had more of in the world today. 

“A chubby five-foot lady with dancing green eyes … holds center stage in this bleak setting.”  

Scarlett had her “Tara” and Ashley his “Twin Oaks.” The Sweat family had “The Sycamores,” and it was there I find my favorite Mama memories.

Travel down a flat, sandy road 15 miles south of Waycross, Georgia, until you come to a cluster of sycamore trees. The structure visible there belongs to the early American or “let’s-get-a- roof-over-our-heads” era.

The unpainted six-room house has a porch across the front and down its left side. The outer wall of the living room is made of chinked-together logs. As you enter the house, its scant furnishings are evident.

There are two worn upright chairs, a small table, and on the wall, a 30-inch portrait of Daddy holding his Bible.

The door to the left of the living room leads to Mama’s bedroom. Her iron bedstead with it two high-rise feathered mattresses is covered by a handmade Dutch Girl quilt. A massive long dresser made of ornate wood and housing a mirror stands against the wall.

Go back into the living room and through the door opposite the front door entry and you’re now in a pantry-size room. Like all of the rooms, its floors are bare and unpainted.

From here, you enter the dining room, where two wooden benches offset its eight-foot plank table, covered in a red-checkered oilcloth. Against the wall stands a wooden safe for baked goods.

The dining room opens into the kitchen where pine lighter knots, dipped in resin, make the cast iron stove turn crimson.

A chubby, five-foot lady with dancing green eyes and a ready smile holds center stage in this bleak setting. She wears a flour-sack print dress and almost always has on an apron.

I love this picture taken at Haywood Baptist Church, a community about 5 miles from our farm site.  I particularly like Mama’s smile.  Mama loved to laugh and could tell whooper stories. Left to Right:  me with my siblings Herbert, Kathryn, Chandos, Harold, Darcile and, of course, Mama.

A widow with eight children, she is in perpetual motion. Whether baking doughnuts, wringing the neck of a chicken, standing guard over a cast-iron wash pot filled with dirty clothes, washing down the front porch with a corn-shuck mop, overseeing weekly baths in a zinc tub, chasing down and killing a huge rat snake, telling ghost stories that made you pee in your pants, or peddling away on her prized sewing machine, Mama knitted life into forever memories.

Mama, who as a child grew up being catered to, adjusted in her adult years to poverty and hard labor. No job was too demeaning if it would keep her family fed, clothed and housed.

Modern conveniences during my childhood were what other people had, not us. Cleaning the globes and trimming the wicks of kerosene lamps, picking cotton in the blazing sun, canning, cooking on a wood stove — these were everyday “Mama” jobs.

Mama took what life dished out and turned it into ambrosia.

-Excerpt from Chapter 3 of my memoir Tarnished Haloes, Open Hearts. Find more information at my website or purchase from my publisher’s website, Nurturing Faith.

Trailblazer Persists Against Religious Intolerance

From the dusty pages of history, I’d like to spotlight Martha Stearns Marshall.  Martha was the youngest of 10 children and was born on August 18, 1726, in Tolland, Connecticut.

Women’s History Month
In spite of scorn, persecution, and rejection by the colonial religious establishment, as well as other Baptist groups, Martha was a trailblazer for all women who feel God is gender blind when it comes to selecting servant leaders.  Interestingly, March is National Women’s History Month, and the theme this year is “Nevertheless, She Persisted: Honoring Women Who Fight All Forms of Discrimination Against Women.”  Martha definitely persisted, and I’d like to tell you more about this remarkable woman. 
Martha and her husband, Daniel Marshall, lived among a tribe of Mohawk Indians in New York for 18 months and left only after the French and Indian War began in 1754.  The Marshalls migrated south to Virginia where it was customary for both Marshalls to pray and preach during worship services.  It is reported that Martha’s behavior in worship scandalized the Virginia Regular Baptists who opposed women speaking in public.  Shockingly, Martha, when she was three months pregnant, was arrested and jailed in Virginia for refusing to stop preaching the gospel.

Some time later, Martha and Daniel responded to the great need for preachers and worship in the frontier of North Carolina, so they traveled 200 miles through the Appalachian Mountains and valleys to Sandy Creek, North Carolina. There, they helped form Sandy Creek Church, the first Separate Baptist Church in the South.

Sandy Creek Baptist Church

Martha and Daniel were a study in contrasts.  It was said of Daniel that he was a weak man, a stammerer and not a scholar.  Neither did he possess great talents and his gifts were very limited.  According to her contemporaries, Martha’s exhortations often brought her audience to tears.  She preached in church buildings, barns, town squares, and open fields.  It was not unusual for thousands to gather to hear her proclaim the gospel message.

In 1771, the Marshalls migrated farther south to an area called Kiokee Creek near Appling, Georgia.  Daniel was arrested for breaking Georgia law by holding a public religious meeting in a state where the official religion was the Church of England.  Martha was sitting nearby and witnessed the whole scene.  With the solemnity of the prophets of old, she denounced such proceedings and such a law and, to sustain her position, she quoted many passages of Scripture with such force that the arresting constable was converted, became a member of their church and served as a Baptist minister for over 50 years.

When working on completing Trailblazer, Part Three, the final book in my trilogy about the life of Noble Wimberly Jones, my research found me examining church/state relations and more specifically First Amendment rights.  When my research spotlighted Martha and Daniel, I laughed aloud, I cried for joy.  I felt as if God had placed into my keeping — a pearl of great price!

Let me explain my pearl of great price.  In the 1970s, my affiliation with the Southern Baptist Convention died.  A faction within our convention came out with an edited version of our 1925 Baptist Faith and Message publication rejecting women as ministers, decrying the infiltration of liberalism in our seminaries and insisting the Bible was inerrant-totally free of error and to be interpreted as it is written regardless of when it was written or its intended audience.  Style of writing was also ignored.

I could never espouse any of their revisions so I began trying to alert my local church of this schism.  However, I lacked the persuasive talents of Martha Stearns Marshall, thus my words fell on deaf ears! In the meantime I continued to explore the tenants of Baptist theology through the writings of those whose words rang true to me.

Today, I heartily subscribe to the following Four Fragile Baptist Freedoms: 

  • Bible Freedomis historic Baptist affirmation that the Bible, under the Lordship of Christ and is subject to the best and most scholarly tools of inquiry.
  • Soul Freedomis the inalienable right and responsibility of every person to deal with God without the imposition of creed, the interference of clergy, or the intervention of civil government.
  • Church Freedomis the historic Baptist affirmation that local churches are free, under the Lordship of Christ, to determine their membership, to order their worship and work, to ordain whom they consider gifted for ministry, male or female, and to participate in the larger body of Christ, of whose unity and mission Baptists are proudly a part.
  • Religious Freedomis the historic Baptist affirmation of freedom OF religion, freedom FOR religion and freedom FROM religion insisting that Caesar is not Christ and Christ is not Caesar.

 Martha’s legacy lives on, not only for me, but also within the Baptist religion. Every year since 2007, the Baptist Women in Ministry invites Baptist churches to participate in Martha Stearns Marshall Month of Preachingby having a woman preach in February.  Join me in celebrating Martha and all the courageous women in our nation’s history.

Lenten Lessons Live Year-Round

The lessons of Lent tug at my heart throughout the year.

Living in a lovely retirement community on beautiful Signal Mountain, I’m privileged to count as my friends people from all over the United States. One of our many on-campus activities is our Interfaith Committee ably chaired by one of the residents.

Thanks to this group, my Lenten journey started one week before Ash Wednesday. The format for the program was simple and direct and ecumenical. The story of Jesus’s trial and crucifixion is traced through Scripture by the pastors of Signal Mountain made up of Catholic, Methodist, Baptist, Episcopalian and Presbyterian clergy people. The pastors read the biblical account, making no additional statements. Interspersed between each Scripture reading was music that magnified the passage read and allowed those of us in the audience to express our feelings through music.

Two personal thoughts grabbed me during this year’s Lenten Journey:
– We had gathered as people belonging to different faith groups.
– However, only one person held central stage at this gathering and his name was Jesus.

I left singing, “Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, sweetest name I know. He fills my every longing and keeps me singing as I go!”

Let’s face it, my singing will never win accolades and my tempo, etc. just isn’t up to snuff. That being said, I know the words of our hymns far better than most and render my music from my heart.

When we sang Man of Sorrows I immediately thought of my late husband Reverend Claude Mason and how much that hymn meant to him. I reflected on the Maundy Thursday services we had participated through his 18 years pastoring at First Baptist Church of Rossville, Georgia.

My husband, Rev. Claude Mason

Claude passed away on a Saturday before Easter Sunday, and I remember my pastor saying to me after the church service, “I didn’t expect to see you here this morning.”

I sighed. “It seemed the right thing to do. Easter tells me that death isn’t the ending, but the beginning!”

Twenty years ago I became a member of the First Baptist Church of Chattanooga, Tennessee, where I find all facets of my life to be challenging, enriching, sustaining, and enduring.

Wednesday night, after I received the mark of the cross on my forehead, I left the service with the intention of looking for specific ways I can get rid of the spiritual garbage that accumulates too easily in my life and especially to add the unlimited fruits of the Spirit: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. (Galatians 5:22, NRSV)

When we conceal your justice through our failure to empower those who are powerless forgive us, Lord. Love is best understood as a verb.

Click here for the music and words to Man of Sorrows.



2018: A New Year Flowing in Endless Praise

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As a true Southerner I enjoyed a very traditional New Year’s Day meal.  I ate collard greens swimming in pot licker (pork fat to my readers living outside the south) to bring me an abundance of money and a heaping bowl of black-eyed peas to bring me good luck.  This custom is so much a part of my life that I can’t remember when it first started.
At this stage of my life the food I consume on New Year’s Day has become a harmless ritual that freely identifies me with my southern roots.  Collard greens and black-eyed peas are also items that are high in fiber and low in carbs.  That makes them good for me, a diabetic, to consume.

I also still make New Year’s resolutions.  This year I made only two.  Both resolution remind me of a phrase from one of my favorite hymns, “Take my moments and my days; let them flow in ceaseless praise.”
First, I’m thankful to be engaged in daily writing for children during my retirement years.  To show my joy in this calling, I plan to work toward having Trailblazer, Part Three ready for publication by March 1, 2018.  I’m currently reworking the edits Laura Backes, my critique editor, has sent me for the last five chapters.  I’ll tackle my work one chapter at a time.

Second, I’m grateful for good health.  In recognition of this gift, I’ll daily climb stairs instead of using the elevator and use the sixth floor in my building for walking.  I walk the stairs from my third floor to the basement and then climb up the stairs to the sixth floor.  After completing 10-12 long laps I descend via the stairs to the basement and back up to the third floor.

Long ago when I carried excess weight and never denied myself a generous helping of ice cream I said, “If I ever have a health reason to change my eating habits I’ll toe the line.”

Three years ago this spring my doctor informed me my blood sugar was extremely high, but if I was willing to eat right and exercise I could keep it within a healthy range.  I’ve followed her advice, and I’m lucky to be energetic and able to exercise and move freely.

In 2018, I hope I’m able to live up to the spirit of the hymn I love to sing:  “Take my moments and my days, let them flow in ceaseless praise.”
[Or, a different version sung by a lovely choir.]
And here is some information on the inspiring author of the song, Frances R. Havergal: biography on Wholesome Words and

Delicious Christmas Memories


The word Christmas conjures up many images that send me hurling back in time to when my husband Claude Mason was pastor of First Baptist Church, Rossville, Georgia.  Here are some of my favorite Christmas foods and the ladies behind the recipes.
As Christmas approached, the Mason family began salivating for the arrival of our tin of Christmas candies prepared by the Herods. There were five selections: fudge, fruitcake cookies, divinity, sugar cookies and peanut butter fudge.  The peanut butter fudge, hands down, was our favorite, and we were prone to make sure no one got more than his or her portion.
Audrey Herod and her sister Mary Lois, both unclaimed blessings, delivered our tin of goodies to us.  Audrey was the Personnel Secretary of our Walker County School system.  She ran a tight ship including never issuing us teachers our first paycheck of the new year until we’d submitted to her the results of our annual physical.  With the passage of time and the coming of personal health problems, it gave me joy to stay in touch with Audrey via phone calls, cards, and occasional visits.
An all-time favorite of our family was also the all-time favorite of our entire church family, namely the WMU (Women’s Missionary Union) rolls of May Ferguson and Lucy Stonecypher.  There are some perks to belonging to the pastor’s household.  Any leftover rolls after the monthly WMU meeting automatically came home with me.  Both Lucy and May were known to make up additional batches for us on every holiday.  My family never tired of these melt-in-your-mouth rolls, nor the love and attention Lucy and May showered upon us.  Stretched across the sofa where I’m working on this blog is a beautiful hand crocheted bedcovering May gave us when my husband retired from First Baptist.
From the WMU cookbook
Whether it was pecan pie or a holiday fruit salad you could count on Frances Jackson to deliver the goods.  Frances was a natural with young children both in Sunday school and choir.  She was also a vital part of our adult mission projects.  Having one of the most beautiful homes among our congregation, she made it available for meetings where those invited dined on mouthwatering delicacies.  To his day when I’m called upon for a casserole I always prepare Frances’s holiday fruit salad because it’s easy to prepare, pleasant to the eye, and readily consumed.
When you enter a new pastorate it’s wise to learn the family connections.  Sometimes the people involved may seem to be exact opposites.
THE original recipe
Coconut Cream Pie made by Janelle Harp, sister of Frances Jackson, was a favorite of my husband’s—not that any of my family ever saw a desert we didn’t like.  I never would have thought Frances and Janelle to be sisters. They didn’t look alike nor act alike.  The two things they had in common was being good cooks and participating in mission projects.
All my church friends, as well as my husband, are now deceased.  This memory slice of pie, like the books I write, sends me traveling down yesterday roads.
~Merry Christmas!