Wednesday, August 17

Little Church on the Prairie

Because I was alone and could stop whenever and wherever I wanted on my trip through North Dakota, I turned down a few country roads to look at the old country churches which I LOVE.  They are such a rich part of our heritage and sadly they are disappearing along with the old barns.

As I stopped at each one, I couldn't help but notice the lawns were all mowed and I also couldn't help but think of all the history and memories in each church, all of life's major events~ baptisms, Sunday School lessons, confirmation, weddings, anniversaries, festivals, and funerals, etc. that have taken place there.  The millions of prayers and songs of worship lifted up within those walls.  The faith and hope of many strengthened and renewed each Sunday.

The doors that welcome.

The bell that calls to worship.

My favorite part of the old country church is the steeple and the bell. The steeples drew me across the prairie as they did our pioneer ancestors. They didn't have GPS or google, they just scanned the horizon for the steeple.

Of course, the church that holds the fondest memories and sentiment for me is the one below that I grew up attending~ Zion Lutheran Church, built in 1915 by my Grandfather, Einar Roness, and my Great Grandfather, Michael Glasoe, and others.

To my delight the door was unlocked so I was able to go inside.  They still have services here occasionally.  I was paid $10 a Sunday to play piano when I was in high school and thought that was pretty sweet.  Our family sat about four rows up from the back on the left side.  We took up a whole pew and more sometimes.

 The beautiful stained glass window in the front of the church of Jesus praying in the garden.

I took some time to visit my Mom's grave.

 Thanks for visiting these old churches with me~ maybe next time you are on a road trip you will notice a steeple here or there and will feel it drawing you as well.  Perhaps?


Rachelle said...

Laurie~ that top photo with the thistle and the faded church in the background.... whoa. Love it!

Annette Opala said...

Love the photo's and the comments, good time of reflecting and reminder to stop and look around at all that God has done and keeps doing if we only take the time...

Connie said...

Awesome post and photos, Laurie. Glad you got the opportunity to stop and smell the roses your way home.
The church that really tugs at me is the very weathered one with the green roof!

Whatcnido said...

Very nice pictures. My dad was a country preacher in Illinois back in the '60s.Three different ones every Sunday. I still remember them fondly.I was wondering if I could use a cpl of your pics? Would not use them commercially or anything, just private use.('Memories' is playing in my mind. lol) I put a link to your blog from mine so, if you don't mind me using them just leave me a comment at that post. Thanks