A Little Old Church
7/10/11 Okay, I'm back.
It's the little Mennonite Church in Graceton, Minnesota. The doors have been closed for years now and the grass and brush are taking over. Never again will the bees buzz outside the screens and the thunder and whistle of the train be heard during the preaching of the Word. "My Jesus I Love Thee" will never again be sung within those walls. No more swinging bare feet patiently waiting in the hush of quiet for dismissal. No children will run about in the sandy parking lot after church while the moms and dads visit. The little church stands alone, slowly receding into the overgrowth.
It was so sad when the doors closed. It seemed like a failure to those who watched it happen. I remember hearing the talk about it when I was a listening little girl. Daddy's disappointment was palpable and we didn't even live there.
Forty years later I realize that the story was not all told. From just one of the families who started out serving the Lord there, are preachers, missionaries, faithful grandchildren and great grandchildren belonging to churches all over the United States, Canada, and even a family or so in Central America.
So maybe you're in a major church transition for whatever reason. Maybe it seems to you that the Enemy is winning right now. Don't be so sure. Trust in God who is in control. You never know. Faith is bigger than Failure.