I love an old church and have spent my life tramping around the world looking at them. From St. Peters to unnamed ones hidden in olive groves in central Greece, we find ourselves in them. Yesterday while piddling in the middle of Alabama, we came upon the First Baptist Church in Sylacauga. It was a stunning example of what humans create when they set out to build a House for the worship of God. But this southern cathedral had something I had never seen or heard of. Just off the back of the sanctuary was a beautiful room named The Brides Room built for brides to ready themselves for their wedding. It is now being used as a meeting room and a stack of Tupperware sits admiring itself in the bridal mirror. But the charm of creating a room for the bride to ready herself for Holy Matrimony is a treasure I have now experienced.
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