The faces of the people told me that many needed freedom and were finding it in this house of love. I saw a young man with a developmental disability waving a flag to express his worship. I saw people of every color joining in worship. Hugs were exchanged by people who normally would not cross paths but for the grace and mercy of God. There had been a death that week of a young woman in the congregation. There had been a community wide outreach including a march of 1000 people to pray for the city. The church, still small, was mighty.
The pastor, my pastor through many trials, the pastor who I worked side-by-side serving the Kingdom- the pastor who gave me the first pulpit to preach from – saw me. We hugged. Later I would lead the congregation in prayer.