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No voice, no vote—no problem

By the Rev. Josh McClendon

Editor’s note: McClendon is one of two young S.C. pastors who attended General Conference but not as delegates. They both ended up playing a significant role in parts of the Plan UMC dialogue and were part of the team that created the PowerPoint and chart that was used during the May 2 plenary session.  Here is his perspective on the experience.

I came to General Conference for two reasons: first-hand experience and moral support.

As a rookie elder, and with the action happening fairly close by in Tampa, Fla., some friends and I were interested to see and hear and feel how our denomination does its thing. With my dad (Dr. Tim McClendon) attending for his fifth time and serving as one of the jurisdiction s episcopal nominees, I wanted to be present and nearby for anything that might help. With my sister attending to help coordinate her and other campus ministers efforts as they advocated for their ministries, I hoped to be put to use “ and maybe to see the beach, even just for a minute, as I was led to believe (deceptively) that it wasn t far away.

 

Holy Community in Ybor

For the most part that plan materialized, and I flew into Tampa after about a week of General Conference had passed. It was tough to acclimate at first. There was already clearly a conference bubble  among my housemates who had endured the days so far “ they talked in almost a shared language, or mumbled unintelligible things about restructuring,  or made motions and demanded a second before the group could decide on where to eat supper that night. Some of them were already haggard and wild-eyed from the ongoing business; some already had conspiracy theories that made Inception  seem easy to follow (if you re ever trapped in an amendment within an amendment within an amendmen
t, you ll know).

But they were also already moving adeptly and intelligently through the workings of General Conference, with different persons observing nearly every committee and subcommittee, tracking legislation and taking every opportunity to champion something as vital as campus ministry. They were becoming close-knit and building relationships, and there was no truer holy conferencing than what I experienced passing among these people crammed into a couple of rental houses in Ybor City (google it).

Feet getting wet

Needless to say, early on I felt out of place. My housemates and the other delegates, reserves, pages and staff “ everyone “ had things to do. They had responsibilities, concrete goals and schedules. I was there, again, with the two very nebulous goals of experience and support. And even if I knew where my dad, sister, friends or other delegates were at any point in the day (which could be rare), I probably wasn t allowed to be in their designated area, or they wouldn t have had time to tell me what I could do for them, or I was still so behind in following the business that I didn t know where to begin.

As a starting point, and with church restructuring taking up UMC headlines, I sat through the General Administration committee s proceedings and observed the restructuring subcommittee. I d been following the different plans and proposals since before General Conference, and had been trying to get a working understanding from Dad and others as to the implications for the church. In subcommittee, I witnessed the fracturing of groups into their own self-interests, and a good deal of abstaining from the conversation by those who were focused instead on their forthcoming minority report.

I was disappointed, truly, in the young adults involved in the process “ no more so than the other adults, but I hold my peers a little more accountable since they so often and quickly claim to represent my voice, and since young adults generally try to lay claim to being more understanding or open to dialogue. But, all that aside, we watched as a parliamentary error helped to leave the GA group with no approved plan for restructuring, which meant that all three plans could be brought before the general body via removal on the consent calendar or substitution.

The Fabled Back Room 

The next day was Sunday, and Sabbath, and a few hours of Clearwater beach. It was also to be the beginning of talk amongst members of restructuring groups toward a plan that might actually be effective and embraced by the General Church. Some of you have heard this and the next few days described as The Dark Days of Dirty Backroom Dealing,  in which sinister forces conspired to exclude all but the elite not-young, white, male  from the conversation. What a joke. These not sanctioned by GC  talks happened in public meeting rooms, between groups that had only days ago been opposed to one another in significant and sometimes almost hostile ways when it came to restructuring.

With my own eyes, I witnessed the talks grow organically out of relationships between persons involved in the different plans, and the deep underlying sentiment was apologetic, repentant and dedicated to agreeing on something that would benefit the church. That s all.

It was a scramble against time, not only to hear one another but to seek out other voices. Men and women of many ages, representing many nations, were involved and consulted. And having met the 3 p.m. deadline on Monday to submit the new plan to the general body, everyone knew the work was just beginning, and that others would need to be included in the conversation.

How can I be so sure about the way things went down? Because I was there in person, though nearly by accident.

Open Invitation

At some point, it became clear to those working on what was to become Plan UMC  that a more condensed presentation of the proposal would be absolutely necessary in light of the some 80 pages that the written legislation made up, and that had only been printable in English in the time available.

They hoped to have a chance to offer a brief presentation to the body that would include multiple voices and represent the supporters of the different original plans, and also include some visual interpretation of the plan s layout. So the call went out for someone to help produce the PowerPoint, and I joined a friend of mine, the Rev. Richard Reams (provisional elder in S.C.), and two other young adults in the task.

It was nerve-racking to be involved at all. I didn t want to open my mouth, and I only spoke when spoken to. I didn t want to sound like an idiot, or muddy the waters. The time crunch was on. Complicated things were whirring about. But very soon, very soon, literally within a matter of minutes, I had been set at ease. I realized that this was a setting that honored the people around the table, no matter what brought them there. There was no inner circle or identification card to gain entry. We four who thought we were just picking fonts, colors and textures, ended up hearing our own voices affect this plan that might shape the entire denomination. It was weird, and cool, and crazy.

It got deeper and crazier after an hour or two, when we realized that we had been left alone with our work. At the dinner break, most of those working on the plan had dispersed to crash after the previous days toil. They needed it; some of them were getting close to incoherent with exhaustion. But it was like they tagged out, and tagged us in, because for the rest of the night until about 1 a.m., four young adults and another delegate had Plan UMC in their hands alone “ no, not to revise or rewrite it at will, but to help shape its language and the way it would be understood by the body.

The next day or two were similar. We came and went with the others working on the plan, tweaked here and there, and witnessed as others were continuously invited to the table. Some responded instantly and heartily, others with more deliberation, and others with an attitude that I wouldn t characterize as wholesome in any way. Others avoided dialogue completely though they were invited to the table. But the overall result was a plan that seemed ready for the General Conference body to consider, to discuss and amend, and to potentially pass.

So during the General Conference business on Wednesday, Richard and I spent about six hours on our feet inside the audio/visual truck to see to it that the slideshow was ready and rolling. We were terribly glad when the body finally agreed to see the presentation, and hear the plan, before deciding what to do with it.

Over.

Honestly, I felt like it was all over at that point. The plan was before the body. For a couple days, I had that same nagging and unsettled sense that I used to get at the end of a college semester when exams were finally finished “ the residual feeling that I still had something left to do, or I d forgotten something, or needed to turn something in. After such a concentration of days with little sleep/food, of being on  all of the time for hours at a time, I had a hard time coming down  and relaxing again. I wonder if that was a small taste of what Dad and other delegates have endured over many a quadrennium.

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p class=”contentpane”>I flew out on Thursday and watched the progress from afar, including the Judicial Council decision to undo it all, but it was still good to know that we had done some part, and had been invited to take some part, and that part was over.

My goals, remember, were experience and support. A little bit of both of those most definitely happened, so I wanted to share here my perspective of General Conference, particularly in contrast to the articles, blogs and Tweets that have painted the whole thing as shameful or failing. I wanted to share an eyewitness account of some of the events surrounding the now-past Plan UMC.

And, ultimately, I wanted to try to share the voice of a 30-year-old elder in South Carolina who is by no means disenchanted with the movement that is United Methodism.

McClendon pastors the Bethel-Philadelphia Charge, Rock Hill.

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