This is the story of that good 'ole, down home, southern fried church. You know, the one where everybody has a paper fan in hand with MLK's face on it. And maybe you're halfway falling asleep, waiting for the choir to put on an absolute show. Just before the preacher delivers a sermon that gives you the exact validation you need after the kind of week you've had.
It's one where each pew is filled with the collective life struggles of devoted saints; woven together by a thread of that special kind of Black spirituality. Where everybody is family, always dressed to the nines, showing up religiously every Sunday for service.
That's the one. And this is the story, secrets, and psyche of everyday church folk attending one Sunday service.