We have a friend who is kind, caring, and serves others kindly in his professional capacity. He asks us sometimes why there are eight separate Christian church buildings in our little town. We don’t know how to answer him, since we aren’t sure ourselves.
We found a new church family today. There was a carillon playing hymns when we entered the church. The flower beds at the front of the building were colourful and well kept, and the minister was kind. People were welcoming, but we were not required to give numerous people hugs or handshakes.
We loved the soothing pipe organ, and the stained glass windows. Best of all, we loved the name of the church; The United Church.
I’m still wondering how to explain to our friend why there is a need to have eight separate churches in a little town by the sea.