I Attended a White Supremacist Church

I cannot tell you how ashamed I feel typing that title. I admit, I never gave a thought to white supremacy in my church back in the 1970s and early 1980s. I should clarify — throughout junior high and high school I attended two churches. The primary community, which my family attended, was an Assemblies of God church in my home town. It was a group of about 100 people, and our pastor had been a missionary and raised his children in Ghana, Africa. He often told us joyous stories about how the congregants of that church served each other, worshiped, danced to the offering plate (whether they had a financial offering or not), and of course dramatic stories of individual conversions to Christianity. The pastor’s personal burden was that he always wanted a beautiful church, and when they were finally able to build one in northern Ghana, it almost immediately burned down. Our Assemblies of God church met first in a local preschool, then in the religious education building of a Lutheran church, and never had its own building. <a href="https://susansink.medium.com/i-attended-a-white-supremacist-church-71a80aa61a41">Website</a>