Chapter 21
THE BUTTING BRETHREN
W. Carl Ketcherside
It is generally recognized, I think, that I am a controversial
figure. This is no novelty to me. I seem always to have been
cast in such a role. I entered the restoration movement through
a rather small but combative and vociferous segment. This required
a constant attack upon others as traitors and apostates. It also
demanded a considerable amount of debating over issues which seemed
of such gravity that unless properly settled the earth would cease
her stated rounds and the stars fall like untimely figs when a
rude wind blows.
I never lost a debate. Neither did any of my opponents. This
fact can easily be verified by reading our respective accounts
of our skirmishes. In a more mature age I wonder if such discussions
revealed a sense of insecurity in the party, and if we gained
reassurance by jumping on representatives of bigger and older
factions. That may also account for the aggressive stance of
the whole restoration movement toward those who have grown up
in various sectarian molds.
I am no longer a factional front man. I am no longer a sectarian
at heart. Such vestiges of this work of the flesh which still
cling to me are there because of ignorance and not because of
my wish. I have renounced all sectarianism, ours as well as theirs,
whoever they are! And now I find myself more of a problem to
many of my brethren than ever before. They knew how to handle
me when I was a party proponent because they have all of the arguments
collected, catalogued and correlated for each party. I do not
fit into any of their little compartments now. Praise God!
The accepted course of procedures when you learn you are in a
faction is to change factions. This means that you search for
one which is a little narrower or a little broader than the one
in which you have labored, depending upon which way you are going.
Then you affiliate yourself with the new faction and the party
journal publishes your picture together with a notification to
the "faithful brethren" that after so many years of
preaching in error you have seen the light and will now accept
meetings with the loyal church.
But I did not go anywhere! I had already shown that I could
be as narrow as anyone where I was, so I decided to show you can
be as loving as need be wherever you are. We do not need to leave
some brethren to love all brethren. If you can't love them where
you are, you'll not love them anywhere else. This game of musical
chairs may be all right for a children's party, but our parties
are composed of grown men, at least physically.
It is a genuine thrill to know that the only brethren you have
are brethren in error. That eliminates the need of mentioning
the fact. You've heard the old spiritual, "All of God's
chillun got shoes." Well, all of God's chillun also have
hangups, problems and unanswered questions. Some of them not
only have problems, they are problems. But I receive them all
just like God does. If he doesn't drive out his problem children
I will not drive out my problem brethren. If they are in him,
we are in him together. And I am not going to leave him or them.
They don't have to love me for me to love them. Love is not
a "horse trading" proposition.
This troubles a lot of folks. They wanted me to change my attitude,
but they wanted me to reach only to them. When you start loving
people in other parties you are "going too far." So
I get written up pretty regularly in all kinds of papers. Sometimes
I'm called a traitor, a liberal, or a Judas Iscariot, and other
things like that. One editor solemnly warned his readers that
I was a "Pied Piper" but I wrote him that the Pied Piper
influenced only children and rats, and he didn't mention it any
more.
None of this moves me. Really, I get a kind of kick out of it.
I do not worry whether what is said is untrue. One of these
days everything is going to be straightened out and squared up
at the White Throne. I am willing to wait. It really isn't too
important what men say or think about me. It wasn't to Jesus
and it isn't to me. I've learned that by following him as closely
as possible I can love even those who think they are my enemies.
It isn't always easy but it is always satisfying.
It is interesting to read these little attacks in which brethren
seek to limit my influence and create prejudice against what I
am saying. Most of them follow a stereotyped pattern. Before
me as I write are three of these articles. One says, "Brother
Ketcherside's writings for many months have presented some profound
truths, in a writing style which is the finest in this generation,
but..." Another says, "Brother Ketcherside is dangerous
because he manifests the love he talks so much about. He is genial
in disposition and disarming in manner, but..." The third
says, "Do not misunderstand me. Carl is a powerful speaker
and if he were sound on the fellowship issue he could be a tremendous
force for good, but..."
If I just paid attention to what was before the "buts"
I would think more highly of myself than I ought to think. If
I concentrated on what followed the "buts" I might develop
a mental depression or go into a blue funk. If you will pardon
me for saying so, I am not going to be either cast down or built
up by such aspersion and acclaim. I am just no longer working
for the approval of men. What they say will neither set me up
or upset me!
Someone has to cut across our silly lines. Someone has to ignore
our trivial barriers. Someone has to batter down our fanatical
walls. I intend to do it out of love for God. It is no sacrifice
for me to do his will. I am thrilled to be set free by the grace
of God. I shall never return to the narrow, bigoted, sectarian
outlook which shackles the heart and quenches the Spirit. I shall
not let wellmeaning, but factionalminded brethren
"but" me out of the eternal kingdom.
(Mission Messenger: Vol. 32, No. 12; Dec. 1970)
 
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