I heard recently that Sunday morning (church) is the most segregated hour in America.

I was walking through the halls of my church yesterday and noticed that there were two black people. This caught my attention and, in a very real sense, I was ashamed. Why? Because it caught my attention.

I don’t want to place my experience on others, but it does seem that when the doors to our churches open, they may have the Gospel, they may have Christ, they may have grace and love, but the colors don’t bleed into one.

Am I missing something? Do we have an excuse?

Options:

Where we live. Maybe the segregation does not have to do with any inherent prejudice, pride, or evil, but with the “natural” segregation of geography. But, in my area, this does not explain the numbers. The community is more diverse than the church.

The way we worship. Maybe the segregation is explained because people have different worship styles that are race inherent? I don’t have a problem with those who are more charismatic, or traditional, or modern, or conservative worshiping at places that accord to their style. Could this be what is going on with the race segregation?

The way we fellowship. Maybe we are just big talkers when it comes to grace, love, and equality. Maybe we don’t want to fellowship with people who are different. Maybe deep down in places we don’t let surface in an articulated way, we are not comfortable with differences. Theologically, yes, practically, no.

I am not planting seeds for a big finish here. I really don’t know why this is the case . . . maybe I am overstating something. Have I missed an option?

Anyway, help me out here. Is Sunday the most segregated time in America? If so, why do you think it is and what can we do about it?

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