Remember the Old Country Church

   Sometimes the greatest treasures in life, cost no money at all.  Sometimes they are found in the solace of a little country church.  I often post about the little country churches we attend.
   I'm posting this picture in black and white, because this Old Country Church stands atop a hill surrounded by mountains in the Southern end of Whitley County, much like it did decades ago. 
   Ryan's Creek Baptist Church was established in 1884; most of the families in the area back then, have passed on, and their children have moved away, leaving about twenty or so faithful members to carry on. 
   Though the crowd is small, The Holy Ghost still flows from breast to breast, 'The Word' is still preached, and the songs of Zion, sung. 
   The Pastor of many years, Herb Wells, has asked my husband to preach tomorrow's sermon.  It is always an honor for him to preach, wherever he is asked.  We feel Blessed to live in an area that still has churches, that really know the Lord.   



Ryan's Creek Baptist Church

Thus saith the Lord, Cursed be the man that trusteth in man, and maketh flesh his arm, and whose heart departeth from the Lord.  For he shall be like a heath in the desert, and shall not see when good cometh; but shall inhabit the parched places in the wilderness, in a salt land and not inhabited.  Blessed is the man that trusteth in the Lord, and whose hope the Lord is. 

 Jeremiah 17: 5,6,7 

Blessings, Trisha