Just some thoughts:
Sometime back I was in Louisiana for a two day music/car show week-end festival.
I was in southern Louisiana for what they call a Swamp Pop music festival. My second year in a row to be there and I hope to make it again this year in late July. Great music, combination of old rock’-n-roll’, country and blues is a bit of how the music might be described. Great festival with about 6000 crazy Cajuns and a few of us others.
I had a bit of time on my hands when I saw this quaint church. Not even sure of the generics, denomination,etc. Pretty setting, long flowing tree branches, some white benches on the very well maintained lawn and sitting back in a cove like area. So I stopped and got out of my car. I walked to the door and found it unlocked. I walked into the the church. Once inside I noticed off to the right a very small chapel. A small pulpit, a middle isle and four or five pews on each side. I sat down for a few minutes. There was no one else in the building. As I walked into the chapel I saw the following posted just to the right of the door entering the chapel. I first read it then I copied it down.
A People Place
If this is not a place where tears are understood,
Where do I go to cry?
If this is not a place where my spirits can take wing,
Where do I go to fly?
If this is not a place where my questions can be asked,
Where do I go to seek?
If this is not a place where you’ll accept me as I am,
Where can I go to be me?
If this is not a place where I can try to learn and grow,
Where can I be just me?
(William J. Crockett)
As I sat for a few minutes in this very pretty setting I wondered to myself if that was true at that church. Not only that church but how many churches throughout the land where that might be true.
April 28, 2014