Well at the last minute, my father invited me to his Baptist church instead. I accepted.
It was not what I expected. Going there, we were singing some song, and I heard it once so I guessed the lyrics correctly. They were all white, not a single ESL African FNF pedo to be seen(besides me). After we sang, there was prayer, and then the pastor began his service, his name was Bill and he was around 65-70. He gave his sermon with conviction and passion, it was as profound as the chants in my Orthodox church, he lamented while speaking of a mother who wasn't sure whether her child was saved because she never took her to service before she died in an accident, and lives with guilt. It almost brought me to tears, as well as my father, a man bigger and much, much stronger than I ever will be.
He was your stereotypical Baptist pastor. With a southern accent(he mentioned 'home' as if it were distant once, albeit never more specific than that), he was dedicated to his religion and faith to an absolute, and a little crazy. He yelled whenever speaking of pagans, atheists, and sinners, showing his extreme animosity to their words and actions of heresy. After his sermon, we sang 'By The River' or whatever it's called, and gave prayer to a nun in Missouri, whose brother had an ailment of drug and alcohol addiction, and left the chapel. I met the two pastors(Rains and Bill) along with all the other members of the church with my dad, which I wanted to do. Kind older ladies and men mostly, they remarked on how 'tall' and 'hadsome like your father' I was, which made me feel bashful and laugh, joke along with my dad about it. He picked up my younger sister and brother upstairs, who I met, with a barrage of punches from them directed at me right after. After that we went to the lot and we exchanged goodbyes.
Good stuff. I wish the Orthodox did sermons, however they do everything else better still, in my opinion.