I walked into a black church service today.

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7. Sounds like you found the right kind of church.

One full of love and acceptance.

Thirty years ago I reluctantly accompanied my husband to a local Methodist church. Our sweet neighbor had invited him to just come try the choir.

I wasn't raised in church, both my folks had been but left for their own reasons. And I was so prejudiced against those "narrow-minded, judgmental Christians," that I insisted on having a friend who loved us ordained in a mail order church to perform the wedding.

Since I thought (and still think) highly of his songwriting and singing, I went with him. I was ready to fend of any attempt to convert me or change me in any way. But none of that happened. They were warm and accepting. Still are. And I'm still going. When you find those who know that they basically have one job assignment from God, to love, then you've found a good spot.