A Humble Harlem Church

I passed this church on my epic 125-block last Sunday. As I passed, I looked in through the doors and saw a tiny room with a few people on folding chairs. A young woman was singing in the front, holding a microphone that broadcast her song through speakers onto the street. I crossed the street and took a couple of pictures. I was struck by the tiny humble nature of the church, seemingly at odds with its desire to blast its message outside into the world.