Growing Up in an Integrated Church

I’m practicing getting comfortable in FRONT of the camera. This is a story about growing up in an integrated church in South Arkansas when there were not many integrated churches in the south. One Sunday morning, Pastor Jim thought someone had a song. An old black woman stood up and started singing just about the best gospel lyrics I’ve ever heard.

He’s sweet I know
He’s sweet I know
Dark clouds may rise
Strong winds may blow
But I’ll tell the world
Where ever I go
I have found a savior and
He’s sweet I know

I don’t know why that song never crossed over to white churches. Now maybe it’s time?