As of last night, I can officially say that I have preached in an all black gospel church in downtown Brooklyn.
It was so crazy. We had no idea what to expect. We were invited with little to no instructions about what to do. "Just let the Spirit lead," was our only info. When we walked into the doors of the church, I thought what in the world have we gotten into.
The church was one room, probably 20 ft by 40 ft., one middle aisle with pews that would hold about 4 adults each pushed against the walls. There was a pulpit and chairs on the stage, which we were directed to sit in. No AC, fans going, and the flourescent lights in the ceiling were in the shape of a cross. And of course, a small band, drums, keyboard, guitar crammed in the front right corner. They danced and shouted and we loved it. It was just like in the movies when a white person goes to a black church and sticks out like a sore thumb. I almost expected the band to kick in while we were speaking. And I so bad wanted to shout "Hallelujah!" from the stage and jump up and down. You know you would want to too.
So that's my big story for the moment. Too much fun.