Two weeks ago tomorrow, I attended church services at St. Michael's Episcopal Church in downtown Charleston with my friend Vaiden. Our kiddos thought us crazy for leaving the warmth of the sun and beach to go into town for church while on vacation, but both Vaiden and I were thrilled to do so.
St. Michael's is the oldest church structure in Charleston dating back centuries ago and even has several Revolutionary War soldiers buried in it's grave yard. Vaiden and I scurried into the church like little church mice, just in time to be escorted to our pew which was then closed behind us. Yes, our pew had a door to it, as did all the other pews of which we both took mental note to google about later. We found that the doors used to be adorned with the family names to whom they belonged. Some families even still had their own pews. 
After a lovely service, Vaiden and I headed out into the graveyard to snap photos and marvel at the age of the headstones.
I have a certain love for old cemeteries and feel it is important to visit them in order to read the names of those who came before. 
I like to imagine the type of person the person whose grave I am visiting. I don't think it morbid, just a way of remembering.
As I sit in my own beautiful church and enjoy the celebration of Pentecost, I will remember St. Michael's and think of how awesome it is that we can go anywhere, really, as Christians, and worship in complete union with one another in Christ.
3 comments:
That was one of my favorite memories from our trip. I think we should plan a "historic Episcopal churches of America" tour!
That is so beautiful. I am so glad you were able to go there and be able to remember such a lovely place for times to come in recalling such special places.
Awesome and beautiful!!!!
Love,
Aunt Brenda
second shot is my favorite... and that glorious blue sky! love!
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