The Old Church

taken:
day sixty eight
08.27.2014

A bit of the old world is still nestled along a secluded unpaved road in a suburban Minnesota town. It's a place I grew up passing by often. This place, an old historic Swedish church founded in 1872, is near my parents home. It's a cherished building to many, so much so that it's on the National Register of Historical Places.  

An August afternoon walk with my mom and my boys brought us to the grounds of the church. It's the first time we brought my boys there.

With the graveyard surrounding the church you immediately know it is a sacred place and as we strolled through the grounds we read several of the gravestones, many of them are very old dating back to the early days. It's easy to let yourself imagine the lives of those people, what their stories were and become mesmerized by what it was like long ago when the church was first founded. 

I felt grateful for this day and this serene summer walk with my boys and my mom. It was fun to introduce my boys to a bit of the old world and show them this special old church that is so full of history and beloved by many.