Having seen a hand painted sign for this church once already I determined I should not ignore it when I came upon it a second time (I would later figure out that it was actually two separate signs one at each end of the long a winding road that took me to the church). You don’t often see signs like this directing you to a church, you see the highway signs that are all shaped the same and say the name of the church, the distance to it, and the basic schedule of service, but a hand painted sign indicating nothing more than the name of the church and an arrow pointing down the road, this told me there was something different about this church, and I was not disappointed. Down a lovely country lane I wove my way turning onto a dirt road as the next sign I saw directed me, a right of way road that dissected a property barn from the house. I am sure it is pretty in the other three seasons but this church in this spot was made for Fall.
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