Why Old Churches Are Sweet

What is it about old churches

that take my breath away?

I attend and enjoy a fabulous church

but part of me wishes I was

Laura Ingold on Sundays.

My church is new.

Therefore,

it doesn’t have character..

BUT  it definitely has Christ

which is ALL that truly matters

But old churches just occupy a sacred part in my heart.

O’ yellow door church

I deeply appreciate your architecture

and history YOU hold.

YOU are so irresistable that I can hardly stand it!

IF YOU were my “home” church

I would wear hats and gloves

every Sunday…

that would coordinate with your

happy yellow door.

O’ church in New England.

Your steeple against the blue sky

points to God.

YOU are beautiful.

For some reason…

I see in YOU……

what America used to be like…

Pure and holy.

I couldn’t imagine spending

a snowy Christmas Eve with you.

The mere sight of YOU

leaves me speechless.

Speechless.

O’ dream church in SC

I wish Hannah and Jeremy could say their vows

within your arched windows

and wooden pews.

But it’s not to be.

YOU and I in July.

YOU are the perfect size to ME

but our family is too big for YOU

You sit so peacefully

on the banks of the May River.

I pray that the people

who use YOU

truly appreciate YOU…

like I would.

Are we really over :)