The Beauty of the Countryside

On Sunday morning, Adam preached first at this gorgeous little church, out in the country. For those of you who live your lives day in and day out on concrete, among tall buildings and stopped at stoplights with the fumes rising about you ... well, all I can say is that you're missing out! Many country churches worry that they are dwindling away. Why are we all desperate to live in the city? I suppose that's "where the jobs are," but I think it's a shame. The countryside in Southern Alabama was relaxing, calming, soothing.  All the things that city people need, I think.

Isn't it a beautiful church? And we had TWO organs and a piano, for our accompaniment to the psalms we sang. One was a pump organ. We had a good crowd, and a good worship service.

Do you see that their azaleas are in bloom?

Anna peruses the church's old cemetery. Or, as a pastor friend at another church once described it to Adam, "The larger part of our congregation."

The rest of the day got so busy, I forgot to take any pictures of the other beautiful church, or the delicious pot-luck supper, or all the friends we made. Ah well. I did pull out the camera when we got back to Montgomery. This photo is for all my literary friends, particularly Mary Jo, who is an F. Scott Fitzgerald fan.