I walked into a black church service today.

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I spent 15 years as a funeral director, so I have been to almost every church in my community.

I haven't willingly been to church in over 20 years...

I am a southern woman in a rural part of a red state.

This morning, I took a back road into a community that I havent been to in a while.

I needed a god. Maybe i needed understanding or hope. Something to remind me of acceptance. Whatever the reason, I showed up late.

Late in a local black Baptist church.

In a community that had nazis march around our county courthouse. I was wearing jeans and a sweat shirt.

At funerals, I had seen some white folks at the services. I assumed that they were part of the congregation.

But today, when I opened the double doors into the sanctuary and sat on the back row, I was the only white person in a congregation of around 50.

The preacher was talking about love, and preaching about unity. I felt like I belonged. On a bench all to myself, I was a part of my community, of my brethren.

When the sermon concluded, women who were previously in their seats, stood up and headed my way.

I wasn't asked why I was there or what was wrong with me...or what sins I needed to pray about...

Three older women walked straight up to me, as I stood standing halfway down my own pew.

Before I could run, I found myself surrounded. I was scooped up in the arms of sisterhood. The arms of understanding, tolerance, and grace.

Did I interrupt a sermon? I am not especially religious, but did I help bring us together, or make it worse?

I am invited next Sunday and I plan on attending.

I'm not certain of my role in this galaxy, but I want to be on the side of kindness. I will update if you would like.

Thank you for reading this.

With love,

A red state rural woman. One trying to make a difference.