But I also remember a few sermons ending abruptly as a straggling visitor eased into the back pew.
Mid-stream, daddy would switch gears and rapidly wind up the morning's message with a simple, "Thank you for coming this morning. If you want to know more about Jesus and His love, please meet me at the back door. Bro. So-and-So, please dismiss us in prayer."
If I tried to glance behind me, my mama would slide her arm around my shoulders to prevent further disruption.
It didn't happen often, but when it did, I knew why.
When they came, Daddy didn't offer an invitation to join the church. It would be too awkward. For everyone. Instead, he had a list of church names where they would be more comfortable worshipping with "their own kind."
Jesus could be shared all day long, but not our pews, and definitely not our lives.