~ Little Country Church Wooden, white, weathered and worn, surrounded by hard pack, thistle and thorn. Whitewash fades from warping walls. The steeple bell no longer calls the faithful in to find their pews and be inspired by God’s Good News. Stained glass memories of better days create a multi colored haze on unused pulpit, dust-caked floors, a broken chair and open doors. Tractor tracks gouge the gravel drive where farming families once arrived on Sunday morning and Wednesday night. But now, the economic plight has forced those families off the land and into lives they never planned. Weeds grow through the picket fence that surrounds the congregants who lay beneath once well kept sod. Headstones proclaim their faith in God and say they have gone on to Glory. But, no one’s here to read their story. The scene is quaint and some say, sad. An empty church. But it’s not bad because the seeds of faith they grew have been transplanted someplace new. The good news soon to be revealed is of the increased harvest yield. God’s field hands have been moved to where they can witness, love and care for those whose lives are in the lurch. See, that building’s just a building. God’s people are The Church.
Posted on: Wed, 03 Dec 2014 06:24:52 +0000
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