Attending a “black” church is an experience of its own. Years ago, the church was the only place where we could actually be somebody. This was a place where we could put on our best clothes i.e, Sunday best, and hold office. It was something that we owned. Though this was threatening to the white society to the point where they’d whip the slaves during prayer meetings, it didn’t stop them from worshiping in their sanctuary. This is a sacred place where we seek refuge, guidance and understanding, and ultimately the place where we go for peace and for hope.
