You know you're in a black church when there has been a building fund offering for 50 years, and the church still isn't payed off.

You know you're in a black church if the usher hands you a Martin Luther King fan before you're seated.

You know you're in a black church when during the announcements, the cost of the plates cooking in the back are mentioned (fish, chicken and dressing, macaroni and cheese, etc.)

You know you're in a black church when you are served saltine crackers and welch's grape juice for communion.

You know you're in a black church when your feminine male choir director is always the head of the church fashion show.

You know you're in a black church when your preacher not only gives the word, but his cd is on sale in the fellowship hall after church and it's at the top of the gospel charts.

[This message has been edited by Total Elegance (edited September 08, 2000).]