Seventh Random Thing I Love: White Clapboard Churches
A series intended to distract us all with some randomness, humor, and wonder!
This is the seventh post in a weeklong series intended to be a distraction from the seriousness of the week. (Regular content will return next week.) While my creative bent shows up in much of my other writing, this week I am giving it free rein.
Seventh Random Thing I Love: White Clapboard Churches
I confess, my phone is filled with pictures of white clapboard churches with steeples. This is odd because I did not grow up attending a single church that fit that description. They were either the rather bland architecture of the 1960s and 1970s or leaned toward Southwestern architecture. The church below is where my dad pastored while I was in high school.
None of the churches had white clapboards, yet I am obsessed with them. I recently came across this book from when I was a child.
When I opened the book, the first picture was of a village with a traditional clapboard church!
The white-steepled churches are likely part of my memory because of the book I loved which resulted in my adult obsession with clapboard churches. (There is more to this that confirms this, but that will come later.)
There are so many formational experiences during our childhoods! They are often lost in memories that seem insignificant. Once in a while, we can make the connection and understand ourselves even better.
The following three white clapboard churches are near where I live. Scott knows to pull over when we see one!
Thanks for spending time with me and my seven things this week. Regular content will return tomorrow.
I think Scott is a keeper!