Sunday, March 25, 2012

Hospoitality should go both ways

The year was 1957.  The place was a small community in Alabama--the heart of Klan country.  A young white preacher drops in to a Black Baptist Church unannounced, is welcomed without hesitation, is told he will preach, does so, and warms to a hospitality he cannot return.  And people wonder why I became active in Civil Rights.

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