Walking To Church

See the steeple on the far left of the photo? That's where we're currently meeting with other believers. I don't think we've ever walked to church before. We did it this morning. Two children and two adults, treading a path between two fields, with horses quietly grazing nearby, paying us no heed. Fifteen minutes and we were there. Our church in California used to be a 20-25 minute drive from our house, on highways. What a contrast, showcasing the change in the atmosphere of our lives.

The church building was built in 1839, with parts rebuilt and enlarged until 1900. It's surrounded by a graveyard. Some of the headstones are quite on a tilt. If you click to enlarge the daffodil photo, you might notice the name on the stone in front of the daffodils: her name was Daisy. At least it's a flower beginning with D.

Do you know what a vicar and a curate are? The vicar is the equivalent of a senior pastor, and the curate is like the associate pastor. It took me a while to figure that out when we moved to England and began checking out a few Anglican churches. The curate ran the service today and gustily played the piano. He's a young, energetic fellow who loves to sing. We talked with a Canadian lady who trains guide dogs. She brings "Fred" to church to get him used to being with lots of people, and he sleeps under her pew during the service! Our kids enjoy petting Fred, a cute golden lab puppy.

On our way walking back home: