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During his sermon, Smith appealed to the congregation to help pay for repairs to the church's aging organ. "We've got about $1,200 worth of work that needs to be done," he said. "I need 12 people to give me $100." Without the tourists' wallets, the organ might never get fixed. Mother AME Zion's congregation is dying off, and there are very few young people left to fill the generation gap. That's not the case everywhere. Just around the corner is the thriving Abyssinian Baptist Church, arguably the neighborhood's most popular tourist magnet, where visitors are often turned away because the pews are too full. Celeste Lejeune, 16, from Paris, didn't know anything about Mother AME Zion's history as a stop on the Underground Railroad, or that its congregants once included Frederick Douglass and Harriet Tubman. "I would like to just hear voices of people who live in Harlem, and see the atmosphere," she said. "We don't have music like this in France." That is precisely the sort of outlook that disheartens the congregation, who would like to believe the tourists have come to listen to the word of God, to be transformed by the power of Scripture. "Within this site that's meant to be sacred, you have, maybe to some of the members, this invasion of the secular and profane," said Margarita Simon Guillory, an assistant professor of religion at the University of Rochester in Rochester, N.Y. "You're going to have a certain amount of tension in that space." Longtime congregation member Dabney Montgomery, 88, a Tuskegee Airman during World War II and a civil rights activist, believes the tourists walk away richer for the experience. "In listening to the Gospel, they get something out that they didn't expect," he said. "The word of God." But most of them are there to see a show -- and a show they got. The pastor gave a dramatic sermon filled with historical and political overtones, his voice slowing to a low growl and then rising back up, cracking with the effort. The choir sang hymn after joyful hymn as the congregation clapped in time with the music. One woman gave a beautiful soprano solo. If nothing else, the tourists got to step back in time for an hour or two. A time when ladies wore dresses and stockings to church and ushers with immaculate white gloves guided people to their seats. A time when the church was the center of social life, the place to see and be seen. At least with the tourists around, the place feels a little less empty on Sunday mornings. "They're not tourists," Smith said. "They're people of faith. In Christ, there is no East, no West."
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