Church

Yesterday I attended services at our new Church. Well, it's not exactly new, it about five years old. You see, the church I was raised in burned down.

The members decided to build the church back up. Well I guess you never can go back, but there had to be a church in this community.

As I sat in the pews, listening to our new minister, I seem to drift away to the memories of my younger days.

First the old church had beautiful stain glass windows from ceiling to floor almost. The old church faced the highway. The new church faces the side and the minister faces away from the highway.
During the summer we could open the bottom portion of the stain glass windows and look at the big oak trees that provided shade to our departed loved ones. We listen and fanned our way to being cool.

Now we have air condition that now you need a sweater on in the middle of the summer.
Don't get me wrong I love our new church, but the memories of the old church are so alive. But we now have new children, and this is their church. They won't remember my old church only this new one, with a new life.

God has seen a wonderful way of keeping our community together and bringing up a wonderful minister.

Our new church is truly a house of the Lord.

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