I may not come back to church. At least in Granbury… I worshiped with a small African American church just North of Chicago Sunday morning. I was the only Anglo among the group that day. I enjoyed the entire experience immensely. The traditions unique to their fellowship were refreshing.

Several things stood out to me as I left services Sunday. Every single person introduced themselves to me. I mean everyone! They did not just offer a polite greeting. They introduced themselves and wanted to learn my name as well. Their obvious warmth reminded me that there is a difference between friendliness and hospitality. I experienced authentic hospitality.

They did not waste anytime providing me an opportunity to be of service. I was asked to lead the benediction at the conclusion of the services. I am quite confident that if I returned to worship again next Sunday that an invitation to preach would be extended! We can all benefit from their actions. Don’t be afraid to ask people to serve! I was honored to be asked.

At the conclusion of the service, the minister more or less chastised the little group for their lack of commitment to some of the outreach efforts of the little congregation. I was pretty amused; because I am not sure I could get away with talking to the church I serve in the same manner! He was very direct! I am sure they will no doubt to better this week.

The members of that small church live in an entirely different world from mine in Granbury, but ironically we found a lot in common. One man retired from the same corporation my dad served for his entire career. Another lady had lived in the Dallas area at one time. Another lady recalled being stationed at Fort Hood in Killeen, TX with her husband years ago. The list could go on… Our conversations were fun and warm.

The preacher’s sermon was a particular highlight for me. He had no shortage of verbal response from his congregation. I mean animated response! Lotsof “amens.” People said: “YES!” when they agreed with a particular point. That is why I say I may not go back to church in Granbury. I want to preach for a church comprised of African American believers! No…I will come home. And I will tell the good people in Granbury all about my experience last Sunday.

On a more serious note, I am so thankful that I do not live in a segregated world. My mother grew up in the Deep South, when segregation was the norm. It makes me sick to think about it. I cannot imagine missing out on the kind of experience I had Sunday.  Worshiping with people of a different race gave me a tiny glimpse of heaven. I will be ready to preach Sunday and I had better hear some “amens” and “yes’s” out there!