Hello old church. Tell me your story. What was it like for people to gather in your place and sing Gods praise? What was it like to have weddings there many moons ago? What was it like when people wrote on your walls, after you had been sitting there for decades saying, "bless the people who once gathered here". And what was it like to hold peoples joy, sorrow, worries, and happiness as they sat in your pews waiting to give them to the Lord? I look at this building and can't help but think of all the history that took place there. The walls inside and out, the many hands that held the step railing as they entered the white building, and the small stage where the preachers once stood-all tell a story. A story that I can only imagine, and I imagine it being a great one.