On Sunday, many of us recognized the resurrection of Jesus Christ.
We saw some people we had not seen for weeks, months, or even years, dressed in their Sunday's best.
Their welcoming smiles glowed as cheerfully as their vocal greetings. The children were all dressed in pastels, the girls with their sun dresses and frilly socks and the boys in their uncomfortable frocks.
You probably noticed all of this between the inspirational messages regarding Christ's resurrection. But, have you ever noticed that the folks in your church, for the most part, all looked the same?
It is the good and bad of religion, I suppose.
On the one hand, families (relatives and all) find church to be a communal place to gather and worship. Generations of Smiths have attended the 100-year-old church in the neighborhood, always welcoming anyone from the outside in.
On the other hand, the same community feel at decades-old churches contributes to the strong, homogenous nature of the churches and their congregations.
I have been to several churches in my lifetime, of different denominations, and a few of different faiths. And most of them, have seemed less diverse, aside from, maybe, the handful -- if that many -- of people of other races or nationalities, who have been sprinkled into the fold.
It is an interesting juxtaposition to me that these welcoming homesteads are, by nature, not really diverse. It is no fault of the churches' members or leadership, who would welcome anyone to experience the service and worship.
It is, all the same, curious that we mostly congregate in segregated pockets, even within our various denominations -- described as black, white, brown, Baptist, Methodist, Episcopal, Mormon, Jehovah's Witness, Catholic -- churches.
But we don't have to practice our religon, our Christianity, in this way. We don't have meet and fellowship in these segregated pockets.
Johnny Jackson is the education reporter for the Henry Daily Herald. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org or at (770) 957-9161.