I am a white seminary...
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I am a white seminary student in the deep South but have a long northern Presbyterian tradition. I attend African-American churches and love the electric experience. I heard that gospel music was exciting news even in the smallest African-American churches. I have never been so surprised.
A fellow seminary student invited me to his small African-American Methodist congregation. He got sick and never showed up to preach. A member of the congregation delivered an awesome morning message. The crowd came alive.
Even though my wife and I were the only two Anglo visitors in their congregation, they welcomed us and made us part of the celebration. It was a time to give thanks to a compassionate God amidst joyous folks.
The congregation loved and nurtured us in ways we had never been in our home church. We were overwhelmed. As we left, I asked a church elder, "How did you know we were visitors?"
He said, "Son, I think you are joshing me. However, I did notice it took an extra five minutes for the Holy Spirit to find you."
A fellow seminary student invited me to his small African-American Methodist congregation. He got sick and never showed up to preach. A member of the congregation delivered an awesome morning message. The crowd came alive.
Even though my wife and I were the only two Anglo visitors in their congregation, they welcomed us and made us part of the celebration. It was a time to give thanks to a compassionate God amidst joyous folks.
The congregation loved and nurtured us in ways we had never been in our home church. We were overwhelmed. As we left, I asked a church elder, "How did you know we were visitors?"
He said, "Son, I think you are joshing me. However, I did notice it took an extra five minutes for the Holy Spirit to find you."
