“I remember the days of old; I meditate on all you have done; I ponder the work of Your hands.” Psalm 143:5
The old church had seen better days.
It held a lot of memories: salvation and baptisms, lemonade parties after Wednesday services, playing barefoot in the sand on the church’s parking lot during the summer, holding a little girl’s sweaty hand while pretending to listen to a fiery sermon, embraced by an assortment of believers with encouragements, prayers, tears and smiles.
Surely, I believed at that time, this was the House of God … the Home of Jesus!
Of course, those were many years ago when life seemed much simpler.
Those were days of “Yes, mam” and “No, mam,” no cursing in public, respect toward God, man and country (in that order), and possibly most important was truthfulness where a man’s worth was as good as his word.
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