Jesus on Market Square

Not in the flesh, of course, but the name has been mentioned quite prominently, loudly and repeatedly in recent days. I suppose we should expect nothing less in the Bible Belt. Certainly downtown Knoxville has a history of street preachers. Typically they've been found somewhere around the edges of Krutch Park.

I've photographed several for this blog over the last year. Sometimes they are single-cause activists, most commonly anti-abortion or anti-Planned Parenthood, two issues they seem to equate. On a larger scale, we recently had Worship in the City on the World's Fair Park. We certainly have most of your prominent brands of Christianity represented downtown and the Christian pilgrim to our city can easily find services from the very traditional to the hand-waving rock-band-playing variety.

Chilhowee Baptist Church Praise Band and Choir

In recent days I've run across the Chilhowee Baptist Church Praise Choir. I've heard them before. They rock, they roll and they just don't move me. I'm probably not their target demographic and maybe they inspire other people. It just seems forced, somehow. Perhaps I should try harder. In any case, there they are sharing the joy even if it doesn't resonate in my particular soul.

Very Loud Preacher on Market Square

Unhappy Patron at Preservation Pub

We also recently had a preacher with a small, but loud, sound system standing in the middle of the square flailing his hands about in a somewhat maniacal manner. I watched a confrontation between him and a patron of Preservation Pub. The patron seemed to take umbrage at the fact that his quiet evening sipping a beer on Market Square had turned into a shout-fest. He flipped off the erstwhile preacher who in turn proclaimed to anyone listening that the man hates Jesus. There's that name. Which of them used it in vain? I posed the question to a man who stood nearby passing out tracts. He asked if I thought the preacher's statement was judgemental. I allowed as how I did, in fact, think so. We politely agreed to disagree.

Sister got it going on - Black Gospel Music on Market Square

Crowd listening, dancing and shouting to the gospel, Market Square

Last Friday night I found another group shouting and praising about and I had a very different reaction. I like my gospel black. I've never been much for the white variety, unless it is rendered by Dr. Ralph Stanley. It's odd because I'm generally a terminally white guy, albeit a bit proud of a bit of indigenous ancestry. My indigenous ancestors also flailed about with complete abandon and maybe that's the appeal. I can't do it very readily, but I admire people who can.

Children Dancing to the Gospel

And the Children Danced All Night Long - I'm Betting God Smiled

It didn't feel forced when the children danced, the singers shouted and the preachers pranced. It felt like joy. I sat with a table full of acquaintances and friends, young and old, black and white at Preservation Pub. As we sipped our beverages, wiped the sweat and prayed for a breeze, it felt like the right spirit for the night. No one objected, flipped a bird or speculated about the morality of passersby. We enjoyed fishes and loaves, wine and bread, good friends and a beautiful night on the square. What more could one ask in this lifetime or the next?

Movies and Gators

The Florida/Tennessee weekend doesn't quite have the emotional pitch it had a few years ago. It hasn't been that long ago that the winner of the game would likely be in the national championship mix and the loser could well be there by the end of the season, as well. All that was a few coaching changes ago. It is still exciting, but now there is room for a few other events to carve a little space for themselves.



Chilhowee Hills Baptist Church Praise Choir on Market Square

 Friday night on the square featured the first in the Movies on the Square series. This week's movie featured a pig which we suspected could be Charlotte's Web, though I suppose it could have been a different porcine action flick. I'm guessing there wouldn't be too many places in the country where a movie would be preceded by a praise choir - but that's exactly what was featured Friday night. Performing as a warm up to Wilbur and company was the Chilhowee Hills Baptist choir. I spoke to a gentleman from the choir afterward who pointed out that their performance reflected the way they worship every week - the way, he stated, that worship "ought to be."

This cute dog did not seem to know it was UF/UT weekend

Saturday morning brought another of our recent scaled-down farmer's markets, with more crafts than food. I'm hoping they return to their former glory on the weekends we don't have a UT home game, but I'm thinking the vegetables may be playing out. All I know is I don't remember enjoying vegetables as much as I have this summer since my grandmother stopped having a garden many years ago. I'll hate to see winter for that reason, if nothing else.

Urban Baby says, "You seem like a really nice Gator." Market Street, UF/UT weekend 2010

Six young Gators headed to the game.

Of course, there were Gators lurking about the city, and all in all they seemed to be a pretty subdued bunch and both sides of the collegiate sporting equation of the weekend seemed to be downright congenial. The smack talk of yesteryear fading with the loss of Spurrier's sarcasm, Phil Fulmer's easy target, Lane Kiffen's arrogance and national championship expectations on both sides. UT fans were admitting that they likely couldn't win and UF fans were admitting that they couldn't help but like Dooley. In some ways on Friday night, particularly, it wasn't obvious there was even a big game in town. What a difference a few years and not-so-few changes can make.