Church Going is a Common Historical Experience
One of the poems we learned in Sunday School at the Ecorse Presbyterian Church in Ecorse, Michigan, was "Here's the church, here's the people, open the door, and see all the people!"
You shaped a church with your hands, folded them to make a steeple, and then flung them wide open to take in everybody.
Most of us have common church experiences. Ecorse Presbyterian Church is truly a church of memories. It has been torn down for several years now, another casualty of urban decay and people moving away . But the pictures, the memories and the meaning are still there.
Some pictures are universal. No, the people aren't the same, but churches although in different parts of the country and the world and filled with different congregations, are places of common memory.
You shaped a church with your hands, folded them to make a steeple, and then flung them wide open to take in everybody.
Most of us have common church experiences. Ecorse Presbyterian Church is truly a church of memories. It has been torn down for several years now, another casualty of urban decay and people moving away . But the pictures, the memories and the meaning are still there.
Some pictures are universal. No, the people aren't the same, but churches although in different parts of the country and the world and filled with different congregations, are places of common memory.