When I drive by the abandoned church, I always slow down wondering when the roof will finally cave in and collapse. I wonder about the congregation that worshipped there, how far away they came from and how their pastor was. How many were baptized there? Married? How many funerals? Church suppers?
I don’t know if anyone is left who might still know some of the stories. No one cares for the building anymore, and it will soon go the way of old barns, sheds, and homesteads. It served as it was intended and stands now, teetering, in rest.