A Country Church By Another Lake – Part III

11:15 a.m. and the cars were beginning to arrive all at once, as if on cue and a gateway had been opened. They pulled into the gravel parking lot, filling in their predestined spaces, no white lines needed here. They glanced briefly my way, for this was a car that usually wasn't there. I was …

A COUNTRY CHURCH BY ANOTHER LAKE – PART II

I had arrived at the little church earlier than I expected. Traffic was light and I had not gotten as lost as I thought I might, only making two wrong turns in the process. Some street signs were missing, but I realized quickly the residents didn't need the markers to take them on their frequent travels …