(names in italics are pseudonyms)
When I walked out on Waymaker, I knew it was bad news, but suspected that it may have been far worse. After all, it was no secret that I didn’t buy what this bunch was selling. It led me to wonder if they were hiding things until I was somehow “convicted” and became one of them.
It only took a few days as a “Trojan fundie” to discover that my hunch was even more right than I suspected. For instance, I’d learned that my “sinful nature” had been the only thing driving my criticism of Waymaker. I’d also learned that I couldn’t trust what my mind was telling me. After all, it could potentially keep me from seeing the simple truths that only my heart could see. The devil had supposedly taken full advantage and used my mind to pull me away from God.
On top of all of that, I was told that my swing from criticizing my “brothers” and “sisters” to being one of them was a lot like the conversion of the Apostle Paul. In other words, merely speaking out was no different than having Christians put to death.
There were a few times in my freshman year that I heard or saw something from the Waymakers that made me ask, “Did this just happen?” The first was that creepy feeling I felt when Morgan Bates and several other guys prayed over me. Later, I was essentially told that in order to be a Christian, I had to become a hard-right, anti-abortion conservative. And when I asked my supposed friends in Waymaker for advice on how to read the signals I thought I was getting from a girl–only to be told that they needed to ask God what he thought about it.
I’d started to wonder if the vise that had been on my mind back then had kept me from seeing more, particularly when it was apparent that the Waymakers had no problem with Pastor Ron’s deceit. Now I was sure of it. In less than a week, I’d heard three things that, by any standard, were completely unhinged.
As I got ready for church that Sunday, I was well aware that there was very likely to be more where those came from. Little did I know just how right I was.
I rode to church with Jo Rumsey, a fellow sophomore, and Pat Dionne. As we walked into the sanctuary, I noticed that while the name on the top of the building read “King’s Park International Church,” the sign on the door read, “Triangle Christian Fellowship Sanctuary.” It was a sign that the only thing that had changed about this place was the name.
When I walked in, I heard a familiar voice chirp, “Hi Darrell!” It was Susan Van Arsdale. Just as I was about to wonder if she’d seen my email, she hugged me and exclaimed, “Praise God!” She explained that she wanted to welcome me back more formally, rather than via an email reply.
It didn’t take long to see that things hadn’t changed a bit–aside from Ron Lewis being there in person. The same lyrics repeated two or three times. Telling us when to raise our hands. Practically ordering us to cheer and applaud after every song. Whenever they told us to applaud, I stuck the middle finger of my right hand inside my palm and clapped. I’d once read that during the Stalin era, a person who had soured on Stalin had done this as a quiet gesture of dissent. He appeared to be applauding normally.
The song count reached three songs, four or five. How do they bear it? It was sometime between the third (fourth) and fourth (fifth) song that a woman stepped to the mic and prayed for a revival to start in the Triangle, just like what was happening in Toronto and Pensacola. Pastor Ron came behind her and declared that she had just mentioned the very thing that today’s speaker was going to mention.
Later on, while we turned to greet each other, I got a few pats on the back. One of them came from Marty Lawson, the only white dude in our covenant group. He was usually a relatively quiet and reserved fellow. Not today–he gushed that my seeming return to the fold had “made my year!”
Another came from a guy I’d met at INROADS Charlotte, Reggie Roberson. This was a very pleasant surprise. Now I had one set of parents I could contact when the need arose–and I had a realistic chance of getting my foot in the door, since I had been an INROADer.
The speaker, an old friend of Pastor Ron, didn’t disappoint. He talked about what it takes for revival to happen–sound doctrine, spiritual gifts, and a lot of other things. He then announced that there would be a time of ministry and prayer. Unless I’m very wrong, hardly anyone left the room.
Then the lunacy started. The speaker came up to Aaron Kinson and had him raise his hands. He then blibbered in tongues before blowing on him–that’s right, blowing–Benny Hinn-style. Aaron went down with a sag of the knees. He did the same with Susan. Down she went–all 5-4 of her. He then did the same with Charlie Kiefer, a fellow intramural ref whom I’d learned was in Waymaker shortly after my public humiliation of Bret Holman. Down he went–nearly crushing Susan’s legs in the process. People had been falling down all over the place before then.
Through it all, I stood there, hand in the air, lips going about 80 miles an hour. As things started winding down, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Rollan Fisher. Later, I caught the eye of Perry and Danielle Burkholder, who both congratulated me on my return. I also spotted Morgan Bates and his soon-to-be bride, Loretta Tyson; they were going to tie the knot the following Saturday. Morgan told me that everyone knew I’d just been rebelling, and it was only a matter of time before I would come “home.”
As we drove back to campus, I talked some with Jo, who had been one of the few Waymaker sophomores I hadn’t known that well at the time. I noticed that it was almost 1:00, and wondered if this would put a crimp in studying for exams. She replied that God would give us the time we needed since we honored him by spending time with him in church. In the back of my mind, I wondered, What planet is this from?
Jo then asked me a surprising question–“Darrell, do you ever just praise God out of nowhere?”
“No, why?” I replied. That wouldn’t have been unusual–after all, as far as they were concerned, I was a “baby Christian.” But in truth, I was surprised that she’d ask this out of the blue. Remember, given my Presbyterian roots, a lot of the charismatic and pentecostal thing would have been a little jarring to me even in an outfit that wasn’t as off-the-wall as Waymaker.
Jo told me that it was something she did all the time. “You have no idea how much praising him will do for your soul,” she said. She then offered to let me borrow some praise music.
Just to put out feelers, I asked if secular music was still okay–again, not unusual from someone who was supposed to be a baby Christian. She replied that we should try to only listen to music that lifts us up. At least two of my favorites, Sarah McLachlan and Melissa Etheridge, wouldn’t have made Jo’s cut. She’d listened to some of McLachlan’s work, and believed it was obvious she wasn’t “living for God.” Etheridge? She was a lesbian.
When I finally got back to my dorm, I heaved a sigh of relief. I couldn’t believe what I had just seen, especially how people were falling down like flies. While I’d seen this a lot on television over the summer, mostly on Hinn’s “crusades,” seeing it in person was another thing altogether. However, I got the same impression that I got from Hinn’s act–the whole thing was so canned.
Not only that, but I had more confirmation of what I had long suspected–the Waymakers were not people who were used to being told “no.” After all, they were so convinced that I’d come crawling back to them that when I showed up, it wasn’t a surprise to them in the least.
That chat with Jo was particularly revealing. It reminded me of how Eric wagged his finger at me for staying home to study for exams last year. How in the world could you pull something like that off? I suspected the only way to do so was to not have a life outside of church. It only proved what I suspected for some time–the only way a group like this can survive on a campus like Carolina was to stick people in a bubble for four years.
At this point, I suspected that at the very least, it wouldn’t be long before I had enough to contact one or more parents about the goings-on in Waymaker. And all this in just a week–and just two weeks before exams.