The similarities are striking. I wrote a book about two thirty-something pastors with a heart for unity, who wanted a diverse church. And I happen to attend a church—The Gate—with two thirty-something pastors with a heart for unity, who wanted a diverse church.
But I didn’t attend The Gate when I wrote The Color of Hope. I didn’t even know about The Gate. It launched just last May. But God knew. And I find it amazing that He would lead me to the very type of church the book envisioned.
I’ve never experienced a church like this. My previous church of ten years was predominantly white, with a handful of African-Americans sprinkled among hundreds. My church prior to that was the exact opposite. And before that in Wisconsin, in a small A.M.E. church, we had one or two white members.
We talk a lot about diversity and unity in our Christian circles, but when I look around, I seldom see it walked out. In publishing, my white author friends are on one side of the aisle; most of my black author friends are on the other. In Christian music, there’s gospel and CCM. And of course, there are the churches . . .
So I was thankful this past weekend to attend The Gate’s first women’s retreat. We ate and played together. We learned together. We shared, cried, and prayed together. We weren’t black, white, red, and brown. We were just sisters. And it was beautiful. As one of my pastors said when he saw this picture, “Different cultures, different backgrounds, one God.”
What’s funny is that the Color Me Retreat—remember that?—would’ve had this same beauty. I’ve been blessed to walk out diversity and unity right here on this blog as well, and I hope the blog sisters can get together one day and eat, play, learn, share, cry, and pray. :)
Do you see diversity and unity walked out among believers in your corner of the world? How so?