This church sits on a hill in the midst of the farm originally owned by my great grandfather. My grandfather was born, and died, in a house just down the road. The original barns and much of the land can be seen from the vantage point of this simple church.
We went there tonight for a service, scripture reading and carols.
Tim leads this service. His musicality is amazing- it is as if he and the piano are one instrument.
I love sitting in the pews, knowing that my father, my grandparents and my great grandparents all sat in this space, singing the same songs- praising the same Jesus..
They rang the bell in the midst of the service. As the sound peeled over the valley, Tim got a tear in his eye. "There is just something about that bell" he said.
I agree... there is something about that bell- something about that place... something timeless.
Something lasting.
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How wonderful to have that continuity through the generations and through that church and its view of the past.
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to have a physical place to go back to is one of the greatest blessings of my life... Love visiting my grandpa's farm and the little church in the middle of it
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It is super wonderful to walk where our grandparents have walked and lived.
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ReplyDeleteNo where else on earth have I ever been so loved. Nothing like a grandpa/grandma :)