I’ve only been to Mobeetie a couple of times. The time before this was about thirty years ago when I went with my parents for some kind of an important church event (An anniversary of some sort? I can’t remember any more.) and this trip last month. Both visits were on cold days, with low clouds and mist and drizzle. I am having a hard time even imagining this town with sunshine and leaves on trees – it’s lodged in my mind as a gray place, and a summer trip there may not even make that image evaporate.
Most of the churches were built like this, with a sort of half-basement and a sanctuary up a set of stairs. According to the historical marker in front of the church, the Methodists “built the basement” in 1930 and began holding services there. In 1947, the sanctuary was added above it.
Today, according to that same marker, “the church continues to serve as an area spiritual center.” The United Methodist Church’s handy find-a-church tool indicates that the church has 36 members and a pastor named Claude Early. But then again, none of the buttons on the site to learn about worship, ministry, staff, or additional information return any information at all. This leads me to the conclusion that is either a currently-active church or it is not. But I’ll just go ahead and accept that is a spiritual center.
I’ll end the year right here, with an image from the vestibule of St. John the Baptist Catholic Church, from our November tour of Texas’s painted churches.
Today completes ten full years of daily photo posts. When I started, on January 1, 2009, my plan was to try to get through one year. I did, and had five followers at the end of the year. Yes! Five!! In spite of that less than impressive start, I stuck with it. I’m glad I did, and I hope you are, too.
Today is also a sad day, as it marks 14 years since my mom’s sudden death, so I am going to spend the day thinking about her.
St. John the Baptist Catholic Church
Mrs. Robertson seems to be very intent on having the same seat every time she attends Mass, doesn’t she?
Every now and then I’ll spot someone’s special cushion in a church (like this time in Mavillette, Nova Scotia), but this was the first time I’d noticed one that was labeled.
Our Lady of Consolation Church