Little white church. Every small rural town has one. Ours was on 3rd and Argyle. Nondescript. Simple. Easily overlooked. Just a little white church.
Last year our little white church was demolished after having been unused for a few years. I watched the Facebook live video of the demolition from my home 100 miles away, with tears running down my cheeks. We were married in that church. Our two baby girls were dedicated in that church. We worshiped in that church for 25 years or so. Our hearts were deeply embedded in the four walls of that little building. It hurt so bad to watch it being dozed, even though it was obvious the building condition had deteriorated to the point it was necessary. Continue reading “Little White Church”