As a child I HATED being made to go to Sunday School because I was always so full of questions about what I was being taught. My teachers would get so exasperated with me, my mother would scold me, my grand mother would cluck her tung and shake her head. Finely it happened, the worst of the worst, they asked my mother to please not send me to Sunday school again. Oh the HORROR, the embarrassment, getting thrown out of Sunday School of all places. My grand mother was scandalized and my mother was so disappointed in me, her only son. As for me, I was OVERJOYED until I had to go to adult church. It was a drag with a capital D. Finely I found my voice one day and said ENOUGH, I'm not going. I was left alone to go ride my bike while everyone else was in church.
 One Sunday I heard this great music coming from down this street I was riding by and so I followed the sound. It was The First Baptist Church of Germantown only they weren't Germans in there singing they where mostly black people. I sat under the window and rocked out. It was great stuff, a killer organ and a rock instruments and man was it loud. So every Sunday for a couple of months I went to sit under a window and listen.
 Then one Sunday as I sat there everything got very quiet. I looked up at the open window only to discover these black faces looking at me and smiling. Then I heard a man to my left clear his throat. It was the preacher standing there checking out this white boy under his window. Only one thought ran through my head "Oh SHIT" but the preacher smiled and put out his hand and said "why don't you come join us and so I did. Each sunday I would go and clap and dance and sing with them and I learned a very important difference between white religion and black religion and it had nothing to do with my believing or not, white folks morn while black folks celebrate. White folks are downers a=but black folks know how to enjoy their Sunday's.