A Humble Church

You know those places that you always drive by but never stop.  The ones that every time you pass by you think, "that looks interesting" but never seem to take the time.  Well, I stopped at one of mine.

 

On the way to the cousins, there is an incredibly picturesque little church.  It's one of those churches with an old cemetery in the front that is just begging to be walked through.  So many times Heb and I have said, we need to get out there someday but just hadn't gotten around to it.  Seems like life is like that too much.  

Mom L at the Church

When my folks were in town, we dropped by.  It turns out that it served as a housing for wounded during the Civil War.  Clara Barton worked there and the idea for the Red Cross was developed in that building.  Shortly after it was built in 1856, the war was on and the pews were used for firewood.  General Grant made sure that the pews were replaced. 

In this modest little church, the Red Cross was developed.  In this humble place, a general remembered and personally replaced the pews. 

What a gem in the middle of a city.  I guess it goes to show that you never know what you will discover when you take the time to stop.  In all the crazy, I need to stop because it is those moments that I remember best.   

Where have you been meaning to stop?