Holy Day

Today, I attended church with my grandparents.  We went to the church I attended as a small child to celebrate their 110th anniversary.  I was baptized in this church as an infant and remained there until I was 6 years old.  It was great reminiscing and seeing long lost familiar faces.  The sanctuary has not changed a bit.  It also still smells the same.  I can't really describe the smell except that is smells like an old church.  I LOVE it!  It brought me back to some happy times in my childhood.  Today, the church is part of St. George's Episcopal School.  Since the member numbers have dwindled over the years, this partnership allows to church to stay alive.  This church does a lot of good things for the community.  Here are a few pictures.

The outside of the sanctuary.

Inside the sanctuary.  It is so beautiful!

Needlepoint Kneelers...My mother sewed one of these over twenty years ago.  I wish I could remember which one.

Organ, pipes, and choir loft at the back of the sanctuary.

I cannot remember this man's name, but I do remember he was from Kenya.  He came over to learn more about Christ and become an ordained minister.  He was such a nice man.  I found out that once he went back to Kenya, he was murdered by rebels in his village because of his beliefs and because he was trying to spread the word throughout the village.  Such a sad story, but Heaven gained a beautiful soul.  He was very interesting to talk to.

The napkin says 1901-2011.

This is a little out of order, but this is a picture of one of the Hymnals.  Yes, it says 1982.  Their hymnals and prayer books are so old and falling apart.  These are the same books we used when I was there.