February 21, 2019
I imagine that long ago, before the days of crazy traffic and the convenience of cars, people found a lot of comfort when they finally reached their church. After some time traveling, being welcomes by the steeple may have been a warm greeting. Nowadays, I don’t usually even pay attention to my church building. But tonight, I took a moment to capture the simple steeple as the sun was about to set for the day. I realize it is merely a physical structure but I am thankful for this steeple and all that happens beneath it–not just on Sundays and Wednesdays, but every day of the week. Though the sun may set, there is always Light in this place.
[Wednesday, February 20, 2019]