Can you  imagine this church a hundred years ago?  I can.  I can imagine a family getting 

dressed up in the best they had--ties, shoes, hats--walking the distance it took

to join other family and neighbors here. I can see it at night with the golden glow

streaming from the windows casting shadow and light on the ground.

I can imagine the dressing of the greens for Christmas!  Pine boughs at each window and candle in a hurricane chimney. Carols being sung on Christmas Eve.  And Families exchanging homemade gifts wrapped in calico as they parted for the walk toward home.   Cold air, snow crunching under foot.

I can imagine it on just the ordinary plain Sunday,  Children sitting with parents on hard pews  not daring to squirm.   Hearing the Gospel simple and true.  Finding comfort in the richness of Bountiful provision of family, shelter, food, Faith.

Simple.

Solid.