Sunday continues to be the most segregated day of the week. Several years ago, when my son (then 6 years old) started asking about God, I decided to return to church. I deliberated about which church to attend. I read an article in our local newspaper about a pastor and his wife who had recently started a church. He had previously been in sports and, after an injury, attended divinity school and became a preacher. I thought that attending a church with a younger leader might be a good thing for my son. I am Caucasian. My son was adopted as an infant and is biracial (Hispanic/Latino). The church was an African American church. When I started attending, it was only about 6 months old and had about 40 members. At first, I’m not sure the church knew what to think of me. I was often the only Caucasian person attending service. Over time though, as I shared my vulnerability and they learned my story, they began to TRUST me. And with trust grew camaraderie. With camaraderie grew friendship. The church unfortunately disbanded last year. I still keep in touch with some of the friends I made there. We CAN improve relations if we can get out of our comfort zone and start worshiping with people who are different from us. Church with diversity is transformational.