— A nation of churches
Since I was a child I’ve loved trains, red barns and one-room church houses. When traveling with my Mom and Dad as a child, I noticed trains. Then in 1965 on our honeymoon, my husband and I snooped out the quaint, red barns of the Midwest.
Recently a one-room church house on a back road in Kansas caught my attention. The walls were freshly painted white. The roof was bright with new red shingles. The steeple stretched up to a cloudless Kansas sky, and atop the steeple, raised high, was a polished, metal cross.
Through the years while driving the interstates in the United States, I’ve seen more one-room churches than I could count. If there’s a gas station and one or two mom and pop businesses by the highway, there will be a church or two nearby.
America is a nation of churches, and you’ll find tens of thousands of them in rural areas, for since America’s conception she’s shone an affinity for Christ, thus church building has been a constant in her history. In a few hundred years, we’ve built countless churches, making us a nation of churches. As a Christian and American, it is a great source of pride to me.
Barbara Pickard, Aledo