This morning I went to Saint James Missionary Baptist Church. It is a true, southern "black" church (that's probably not politically correct, but it is what it is). For a reserved little white girl, it was an experience! But definitely a good one, and one I will repeat before the summer is over. I'm sure that many people in both my church here and my church back home would have critiqued, belittled, or just plain freaked out during the service. People clap, sway, dance, respond during the prayers and sermons, and just generally participate. That, I think, was what struck me most. They weren't there as spectators, but rather as a group of people brought together with the purpose of praising Jesus and encouraging each other. Corporate prayer there takes on a new meaning. It is actually corporate, not just one person praying while everyone listens. The pastor prays, and you can hear emphatic "popcorn" agreement throughout the prayer. It was not d