On Sunday November 12, 1978, my mother sat in the chapel of this building having early contractions that would later that night bring me into the world. My mother went into labor in this building! I was blessed in this building. My parents had also met in this building.
Several years later, this building was the center of my social life and church service for six years while living in Boston. Those six years have probably been some of the most influential up to this point in my life, and so many memories are directly or indirectly linked to this building. I'm sad that it's gone.
Many of you have already expressed your thoughts today, and some of you were even in services there today and watched the building burn down. I've appreciated hearing all your stories. I just felt I needed to add mine, too.
2 comments:
Aw, what a beautiful church! I'm sorry it's gone, too, for your sake.
It was a nice post, though, Carrie. I like you. :)
ditto to your post. So sad. I didn't know you were blessed there!
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