Old to new, removing a few old pews

We called it the fishbowl.

Formally known as the Sanctuary, the fishbowl was home.

While daddy worked on his sermon in his office, my little sister and I considered it our playground.  The stained glass windows reflected pools of rainbow color that we danced in.  The ancient wood pews served as pieces of our junglejim.  We climbed over them, belly surfed under them and hid behind them.

We pretended we were rockstars on the small stage.  Looking out to the empty pews, we imagined they were filled with an invisible audience.  Holding mics in hand, we sang our hearts out & paired our singing with exotic dance moves that would put Dancing With the Stars to shame.

We were free.

Now, over a decade later, those pews no longer hold an invisible audience.  Every Sunday they are filled.  The pews have served us well, holding the people closest to my heart for years and years.  But, they can no longer hold any more, and we need room for more.

More faces.  More stories.  More people.  More.

My little country church is on fire.  We’re reawakening.  Christ is changing, challenging, & growing us ! We literally can’t hold anymore people in it, so we’re replacing the pews with chairs so we can fit more.   PRAISE GOD!