A Country Church By Another Lake – Part I

I love to get in the car and drive. I could go for miles, sit for days behind the wheel. Taking in the sights and sounds and smells of little towns and hamlets, big city worries in my rear view mirror. It's a form of therapy that only cost me as much as the fuel …

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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 …