Sunday, I went to Mass at my parish church. I sat in the pews that were once segregated by race. I approached the communion rail which once was reserved for whites first and with the Lord in the Eucharist coming to Blacks afterwards. I shared the sign of peace with my African American co-parishioners who lived and suffered through such indignities. I began to think of the historic nature of this Tuesday. The choir began the recessional hymn "Lift Every Voice and Sing" and I began to tear up.