Not only was I a white person going to an African American church, I am also Jewish and this was my first time going to a church. I felt like I was intruding not only on their culture. I had the thought in my mind that everyone would be looking at me and talking about me asking each other, “what is this white girl doing here.” Furthermore, I thought they would be even more insulted when I wasn’t participating in any of the prayers or songs because I didn’t know any of them. These preconceived thoughts made me very nervous and uneasy about going to a service where I was not only the minority but also uneducated. Thankfully, I was completely wrong about how the whole situation would play out. As soon as I got to the church everyone was super nice and didn’t seem to be bothered by my presence. The man at the front greeted me, handed me a flyer and told me I could sit wherever I felt most comfortable. When I walked in I sat beside a nice lady named Muthoni, who was in her late fifties. She told me that she had just started coming to Mt. Zion Baptist Church about a year ago. I asked her if she liked the church and she said she did because it brought the African American community together, and that everyone was very welcoming towards her. Once the service started everyone was very inclusive and made me feel apart of the service. When there were songs I would copy everyone around me and clap when they
Not only was I a white person going to an African American church, I am also Jewish and this was my first time going to a church. I felt like I was intruding not only on their culture. I had the thought in my mind that everyone would be looking at me and talking about me asking each other, “what is this white girl doing here.” Furthermore, I thought they would be even more insulted when I wasn’t participating in any of the prayers or songs because I didn’t know any of them. These preconceived thoughts made me very nervous and uneasy about going to a service where I was not only the minority but also uneducated. Thankfully, I was completely wrong about how the whole situation would play out. As soon as I got to the church everyone was super nice and didn’t seem to be bothered by my presence. The man at the front greeted me, handed me a flyer and told me I could sit wherever I felt most comfortable. When I walked in I sat beside a nice lady named Muthoni, who was in her late fifties. She told me that she had just started coming to Mt. Zion Baptist Church about a year ago. I asked her if she liked the church and she said she did because it brought the African American community together, and that everyone was very welcoming towards her. Once the service started everyone was very inclusive and made me feel apart of the service. When there were songs I would copy everyone around me and clap when they