A few years ago, along with my wife and a few friends, I decided to visit a large church we had heard about. I was excited. The preacher was well-known as one of the best in the country. We arrived early and sat on the left side of the sanctuary about two-thirds back from the stage. The service started, and the music was amazing. Then the announcements came. The pastor asked all first-time guests to stand up. My heartbeat quickened and, despite a momentary hesitation, I stood up. I looked to my right to see that my wife and our friends did not stand. That moment was meant for my welcome, but it made me feel anything but welcome. I was alone, called out for being an outsider. It was not what the church intended the moment to be.