Couple weeks after 9/11, there was a march through the neighborhood I was living in then (Arthur Ave, Bx), which ended at the local big Church, Mt Carmel. The Monsignor, another from a nearby Church - Our Lady of Lourdes, a Balkan iman, and a Preacher from a neighborhood Baptist Church took turns speaking.
The Baptist Preacher was the only one that sounded like he wasn't asleep (although the Monsignor that followed tried to punch it up - literally with his fist jabbing - in an obvious attempt and misfire to emulate him), and he got everyone up cheering (I was already standing, near the entrance).
It was amazing, inspiring, and uplifting especially at a time like that.
I considered joining that Church, but as I wasn't a believer and was unfamiliar with the Baptist Church, so felt weird, like I was a tourist there to gawk, and felt it would be disrespectful not being of the faith.
I did bump into him outside some months later and thanked him for that night. He was nice.
A neighbor has invited me to his Church of another denomination, but I haven't gone.