The Christmas wreaths added an open invitation to the small country church near where I live.
This small church has been here for over a century...old by our standards...not so old by European standards. The congregation has always been from the surrounding farms and the names in Church on any given Sunday are family names that go back to the early days settling this area. There has never been TV or radio commercials touting the church for it's hip urban ways, the "What would Jesus do" slogans or electric guitars and keyboards blasting their way to the heavens in this church.
The doors open on Sunday and the pews are filled for each service Sunday after Sunday. A simple message is preached, the sick and dying are asked to be prayed for and no plates are passed...just a straw basket by the door...usually full of small bills and coins.
A simple message of redemption is offered for anyone who cares to enter and stay a while.
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