The Smallest Church in America
The Smallest Church in America is a Coastal Georgia location we visited on the last day of our family vacation, but I wanted to post about it while the experience is still fresh. See, I mentioned in yesterday’s post about how our family vacation did come with a few kinks, and by the time the last day rolled around, everyone was a bit stressed. I kind of anticipated that the last day would be a downer, but I was happily mistaken. The Smallest Church in America changed the entire mood of the vacation.
My extended family rolled out of Brunswick to head back to Atlanta early in the morning, but my husband, daughter and I decided to milk one last glorious day of vacation and fully savor every minute. We plugged scenic route instructions into the GPS and off we went to Tybee Island. The scenic route enabled me to take lots of beautiful pictures throughout coastal Georgia, and it allowed us as a family to sample Tybee Island and assess the potential for a future family vacation destination. Finding The Smallest Church in America was a wonderful added bonus.
We stopped at several places along the coastal tour that will be featured in upcoming posts, but that tiny church impressed me the most. Had it not been for my husband’s observation skills, we would have missed it completely. God knows how to get your attention, though, and I know he snagged my husband’s. Maybe he felt we needed a little time to come in prayerful reflection to drive out those residual negative feelings evil loves to thrive on.
I love the church sign that reads that The Smallest Church in America is deeded to Jesus Christ. As I’ve mentioned before, I’m not interested in creating a religious forum, but I do believe in God. I’m simply not religious. but I felt the benevolent presence of the Lord while I was there. The rest of the day went surprisingly well, without any other snags or hiccups to spoil our family vacation fun. I firmly believe there are no coincidences with God, and I thank Him for leading me to see this unique, and lovely, place.
I was pleasantly surprised by the statue of Jesus at The Smallest Church in America. Countless times I’ve seen many statues of the Virgin Mary and of Greek and Roman gods and goddesses but only few of Him. It was nice to see Him present in sculpture.
Aside from the obvious fact that the church is adorably tiny, the Smallest Church in America is sharing a powerful message. It’s very existence proves worship doesn’t require obnoxious grandeur and opulent proportion. God doesn’t discriminate–He resides in even the smallest dwellings.
I hope you enjoy the pictures of this lovely little church, and I leave you for now with just a few more with this scripture:
“I AM ALPHA AND OMEGA, THE BEGINNING AND THE ENDING,” saith the Lord, who is, and who was, and who is to come, the Almighty. (Rev 1:8).
Have you visited the Smallest Church in America or other small ones in the states? Tell me in the comments!
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