Walking around downtown Decatur, I saw this building in the distance. It sat alone in a small grassy lot, looking completely out of place in the middle of the city. Curious, I approached an information panel explaining that it was a replica of worship sites that existed during slavery.
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The first nine years of my life were spent in rural southwest Virginia. This structure reminds me of the many tiny churches that dotted the countryside — evidence of congregations now grown too large to meet in someone’s home but not quite large enough for a major structure. In cities, that desire for a place of worship can be seen in the form of small storefront churches that dot inner-city neighborhoods. Providing a place to petition and rejoice, and to grow a sense of community, these unassuming buildings house hopes, dreams, and their bearers.
Nice image. I love coming across small houses of worship like this when I travel.
Yes, so do I. They wear a quiet dignity.
This is a Beautiful old church Building! I have seen that style in very small Montana villages. I truly love those little places of Worship.
Every time I see one, I’m taken back to my childhood.