On the first Sunday of March, 1958, nine families gathered in a rented storefront on Atlanta's Westside to pray. Reverend Elijah T. Coleman stood on a bread crate because the pulpit had not arrived. He preached from Psalm 133, the families wept, and a church was born.
Five years later we marched, singing, from that storefront to a brick sanctuary the congregation had built with Friday-night fish fries and Sunday-morning sacrifice. The choir led in white robes. A hundred and forty people filled a room meant for ninety, and nobody wanted to sit down.
We have buried our dead from this sanctuary and baptized their grandchildren in it. We have been a polling place, a shelter, a school and a refuge. Through every change in the neighborhood, Greater Covenant Temple has stayed on its corner, with its door open and its altar ready.