…And Praise Isn’t Black

As soon as I entered my best friend’s bustling church, Mt. Olive Baptist, I realized I was one of seven white people, six were my family.

When I returned to mine, zero people of color, unless you count the girl who frequented the tanning salon.

That’s when it hit me. President Carter was right, “The most segregated hour in the south is Sunday at 10am.” In some cases, it may just be the case. In others, I wonder if we should be doing more to make praise to Jesus now, look more like it will before Him in eternity.

My family and I serve alongside a diverse tribe among the nations. We worship where we do, in part, because we didn’t want our kids growing up thinking mission was multi-hued and Worship was White.

“After this, I looked and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and before the Lamb. They were wearing white robes and were holding palm branches in their hands.” Revelation 7:9

We are better together. Let’s come together in unity and reach the world!

-Micah