Country Church

A few weeks ago, I drug escorted my four children to church in a little town not far from here. We don't have many choices when it comes to places of worship. If we drive 7 miles, we can choose from a Catholic church, a Lutheran church, or a Methodist church. Since there are only two church buildings in town, the Catholics and the Methodists have come to an agreement; the Catholics get to wake up bright and early, and the Methodists get to sleep in.



If we drive a little further, we come across this little non-denominational church. I don't know enough about the history of the church to attempt to explain it, but I do know that it is located on the outskirts of a town with a population hovering somewhere near 10.



This is the main architectural feature of the town.



I must say that, even though I've always been a country girl, this was the first time I have ever had to open a gate to get into the pasture in which a church is located. It is also the first time I have ever been greeted by a donkey, and it is definitely the first time I have had to admonish the children to be careful not to step in horse manure between the car and the church door.

Finding a parking space was not a problem.



These are the fellow occupants of the pasture. They coexist quite peacefully with the church.

The church itself is a wonderful place to worship, although it is quite tricky to sneak in late since there are only about five pews. Of course, it's pretty tricky for me and my four kids to be sneaky at all.

We enjoyed our time there, and we will likely go back at some point. I'm pretty sure that memories like this will stick with the kids for a long, long time.