I made sure that I sat down on Lewis’s pew! Who could resist the opportunity to sit where he once worshiped? The church is small and ever so sweet. While we were there a lady was playing the organ and another one was placing flowers in the windows. They were just going about their normal routine in a not so normal place.
That is so neat! I’m so glad you did!!
Just think of all the prayers . . . the moments of illumination . . . the burdens left at the altar . . . the story ideas . . . the stirring of the soul . . . the sorrows . . . the rejoicing . . . right there at his second home beside his brother and Joy. So sweet! I wonder if he ever rested his head against that pillar. Or if he hugged the ladies that made those seat cushions.
Isn’t history such a wonderful thing?