Sometimes It Just Happens that Way...

Saw a picture the other day of the church we pastored years ago. It stood on a hill behind the only McDonald's in town. There was a crushed rock driveway up the back way...at a good angle. The only way up the front at the time was via the alley behind Micky D's or right through their parking lot.

It was a small church.

We started from scratch.

It grew to 100 after a few years.

Then...

the fall. Not mine but that doesn't matter. It affected all of us.

In a moment our whole world changed and the life we built there was over.

Friends were gone.

Fellowship gone.

We left rather quickly, three kids, some dogs, some prized possessions and a lot of shame.

I had always planned on going back one day to, well, close some doors and finalize some emotions.

The church is thriving, by the way...they are in a new building and they do great stuff. The pastors are awesome. They are faithful and true.

Last I heard they rented the old church to another body of believers...

I saw a picture the other day...they tore the church down.