We know that the Bible tells us to not forsake the gathering of ourselves. That we should do!
Sometimes, for a number of circumstances or misfortunes, we cannot make it to the church house. So let’s bring church to those who are in the hospital rooms or whose legs won’t carry them.
Technology can transport you anywhere – instantly.
Last Sunday, as I sat by my Mother’s hospital bed, I took her to church using my iPad. We listened to sermons and her favorite gospel songs. Mother even asked me to play a song or two by my favorite, Aretha Franklin. With Aretha singing “Precious Lord,” Mahalia Jackson singing “Troubles of the World,” and The Williams Brothers singing “Cooling Waters,” it was as if she and I were visually worshipping in Glen Allan, Mississippi.
I invite you to travel with us this Sunday! You will see a number of churches along the way on Highway #1 from Greenville to Glen Allan.
As we travel, allow me to share with you some history. Our churches have not only been the foundation of our spirituality, they have served as the building blocks of our freedom. From the days of slavery, our church was the only place where we could be free; the only place where we could lift our voices without fear. Our churches, many worn, some in disrepair have seen a lot. They have served as school houses; some served as Head Start centers; some were meeting places to plan civil rights strategies; some were burned down to the ground by the vigilante KKK. But no matter what role they have served, we as a people refused to let the only thing that we owned be taken away from us.
Continued has been our worshipping chants whose sounds of voice and praise traveled inside out from the wood burning chimneys to the dirt covered streets. Nothing beats the sounds of the chanting rhythmic preachers like Glen Allan’s own Rev. Dorsey or the singing pastors like Rev. Gibbs or the late Rev. Addison whose voices are/were so rich that they could sing acapella to the pleasurable delight of their worshippers.
When the swaying choir sings “There will be a brighter day ahead” with pianists like Mary Davis, Minnie Boxdale, or Darryl Kingdom tinkling the piano keys that need tuning but their playing is so aficionado that you notice not the difference; instead, your soul is filled with the Holy Ghost!
Let me not forget those praying deacons like Ed Duffin and Clifton Lewis.
So as I played gospels on You Tube, my Mother reminiscenced about service at her church, Stranger’s Home. Amazingly, she was somewhat placed there emotionally. It was just a typical Sunday service where the Mothers of the church dressed in pure snow white encouraged you and held your hand; where the members prayed with you and for you; where all of God’s children are free to worship the Lord! Oh what a mighty God we serve! Let the church say amen!
Later today, I will travel technologically with my ailing Mother so that she can have church again because nothing makes her feel better than the spirit of the Lord!
Photo credit: www.folklife.si.edu