But things changed.
As I was enjoying the effects of the caffeine kicking in during my morning walk, I wandered past a group of people praying in front of Freedom House.
People. Praying. In a big circle. Outdoors.
You can imagine that I stopped and made a connection.
I prayed with them for a bit and then spoke to one of the women who looked like she worked there. She told me I had a half hour until their first of two services. I went home quickly and changed out of my tie dye and shorts. I got into something that I thought would look better at a modern church like Freedom House.
I put on khakis and a polo shirt and zipped back on a Lime scooter. It was shaping up to be a very South End church experience and I hadn't even entered the place yet!
First, a little background - my whole life I have attended churches that have blazers, organ music, hymnals and very scholarly sermons. I have never been a regular at a church with a rock band or with slick graphics or rough brick walls or a sermon that is called "a message."
As we entered, we had to high-five the greeters with wooden hands. This felt like a nice gesture that reminded everyone to keep their distance. You'll notice a bunch of empty seats in the pictures. This was intentional. You could only sit near the people that you came with.
Here are some pictures from the first part of the experience. It started with a greeting from the head Pastor, Troy Maxwell. Freedom House's main campus is in the University Area of Charlotte, with a second campus at Lake Norman and a third in South End, where I was.
After the announcement, the service moved on to the inevitable rock and roll part - something that I am deeply unaccustomed to. And they were awesome!
As I reflected on the state of the world later today, I realize now that she had three major things coming at her this morning - 1) it is Pentecost Sunday, 2) the country is being torn apart by racially-charged social unrest and 3) this is the first time that the church had been together in person since March.
On all counts, a considerable amount of expectation.
Pastor Penny mentioned that the arrival of the Holy Spirit in the "tongues of fire" was something meant for all people. And she brought up that Pentecost was the moment that a fractured world was made as one, quoting Galatians 3:28 -
There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is neither male nor female - for all of you are one in Christ Jesus.
This was a racially diverse group of people in attendance, which felt all the more meaningful this morning. It is often said that the most segregated hour in America is 11 to noon on Sundays. The more modern churches are really helping to change that, which can only make a positive difference.
Hers was a profound message about oneness on a day that we desperately needed to hear it. The message of oneness rung more poignant as the world continues its slide into oblivion or apocalypse or renewal... whatever word best describes what is happening right now.
To finish up, she expounded on some technical details of how Old Testament blood sacrifices prefigured the blood sacrifice on the cross. She went into a deep level of detail, both physically and theologically. This is always an engrossing thing to ponder.
Cool to think about.
She nailed it by emphasized how on Pentecost the words of the Apostles were audible in the language of each of the hearers in the audience. She said this was the moment that Babel was reversed (Genesis 11:1-9), meaning the primordial divisions of humanity were knit up in a new reality of unity and oneness.
Simply great sermon.
As the service ended and we were dismissed, we had to leave by row and walk out the side door with the people we came with. Everyone was careful not to congregate or get too close. No hugging of friends that had been missed since March. If and when that comes back remains to be determined.
I got on my scooter and went home, preparing to go uptown to a vigil / protest related to police brutality. This service left me feeling energized to do so. I glanced over my shoulder as I was leaving and liked what I saw. A modern, fun and welcoming church that was returning to some level of formation as Charlotte and the US slowly emerge out of this pandemic - or whatever it is that we are doing right now.
As the service ended and we were dismissed, we had to leave by row and walk out the side door with the people we came with. Everyone was careful not to congregate or get too close. No hugging of friends that had been missed since March. If and when that comes back remains to be determined.
I got on my scooter and went home, preparing to go uptown to a vigil / protest related to police brutality. This service left me feeling energized to do so. I glanced over my shoulder as I was leaving and liked what I saw. A modern, fun and welcoming church that was returning to some level of formation as Charlotte and the US slowly emerge out of this pandemic - or whatever it is that we are doing right now.