Church

          The Teen Press split up to go to cover different stories, and my group went to the local church.  We didn’t know what to expect. We didn’t know if it was a gospel church or a bake sale church.  We arrived at an old building.  It looked like it came out of a movie.  Kendall, Sierra, and I waited outside for John until he came and we entered the building. Inside the Church there were two greeters who welcomed us in.  It was definitely different than churches I have been to in the past.  The majority of the attendees were African American.  They had plenty of stories to tell about their many years at the church.

            The service was held in an average chapel, with pews in rows ending where the preacher stood.  A painting of Jesus looked down on you and everyone else. You could see that the church could hold a lot of people but surprisingly there was a small crowd that day.   The sermon started out with us singing hymns and songs about “The Lord”.  People spoke about things going on in the world and they prayed.  They asked for donations and I gave them ten dollars.  The best part was when the reverend gave his sermon.  It was what I call “intense”. He was yelling and sweating, I‘ve never seen someone so into it.  At the pinnacle of his sermon, he stopped, calmed down, and said, “amen”.