Next Sunday is our family reunion #106.
It is my maternal Grandmothers family.
I am thinking about her church, since it Sunday, and next week we will gather.
Last spring when I was there I took some pictures of it's beauty.
This was the original church my Grandmother attended in Ashmore IL.
The Cumberland Presbyterian Church
Hard to believe this small town of 785 had 2 Presbyterian Churches.
Most of my Grandmother's Aunt and Uncles were brought up the stairs for their funerals.
I think about all my ancestors who placed their hands on these beautiful doors to open them to the sanctuary.
The sanctuary looks like you just stepped into 1912
enough parishioners at one time to fill up a balcony
original light fixture hangs in the empty balcony
I find beauty everywhere I look.
My family sat in these pews for Christmas programs, High School graduations,
baptisms, marriages and funerals.
They sang together in joy on Sundays and cried together here in sad times.
So many of these small town churches are shutting their doors.
I find it so sad, my heart breaks for the history they hold inside.
I am so lucky to say, that I too now have memories of happy times there.
I am hoping and praying they continue.
The minister of the church passed away in February, and if you
know anything about small town life and small town churches,
ministers are few and far to come from.
I worry so about this beautiful church.
So as you go to church today, look around and discover the
beauty of your church, the history of your church and think about those that came before you.
Think of the songs they sang, the smiles they gave each other and the tears they shed together.