My church is closing.  Its very sad.


This place-- the seven acres of land especially-- its holy space.  As you walk the property, there are thin places where the spirit pops through our reality and draws you into a deeper place.  There a pecan trees covered in spanish moss, a labyrinth surrounded by huge old oaks, a quiet courtyard garden.


And no people who can or will keep this a worshiping community.


Its very sad.