When we got to the little country church in McCreary county this morning,
we met one young preacher leaving,
and following behind him was the pastor and his wife.
They had called church off because most of the congregation was sick.
We had driven several miles and wanted to attend church,
so we stopped at another church on the way home.
This little country church sits on top of a large hill,
partialy secluded from a busy highway.
It had been many years since we had attended that church.
Things were much the same, and we felt so much at home.
What a joy it was when they called for 'Altar Prayer', since so many
of our churches around here don't feel a need to pray at the altar, anymore.
After the prayer, we had beautiful heartfelt singing by a couple of ladies, there.
The Holy Ghost moved from breast to breast, like in the days of old.
Some will question what I am saying, because they have never felt the Holy Ghost.
All I can say is, " it's better felt, than told." Old time singing, old time preaching.
What a Blessing to know that God still has His people throughout the world.
I am honored and humbled that God visited us on this ' Ressurection Sunday.'