The Little Church 

This little church building is where I attended church as a young girl. Just hearing the name "Temple Creek Baptist Church" brings back memories..........

My grandparents had this church built, and a family cemetery has been there for many, many years longer than the church building. 

Grandma Horne ( as I called her) would be at the church every Sunday she could. She loved singing. My Mama sometimes played the piano and sometimes Grandma asked me to sing. One time I sang the hymn "Standing on the Promises". You know how it goes...."Standing on the promises of Christ my King",  but instead I sang (Cristmy King). I just didn't understand it was saying Christ MY King. No one told me my error and I just kept singing loud as I could over the piano playing. Another time we had a little Christmas program. Several other children nicely played an instrument or sang. It came my turn to play "Away in a Manger" on my clarinet. The reed on my clarinet was dry, and I squeaked and squeaked through the entire song. Afterwards, I remember little older ladies coming up to me, patting my shoulder and saying I did good. 

Other things I recall is walking on the wood floor of that church. It made a clomp clomp sound and I could count how many steps it took to walk to the front of the church or back to the Sunday school room. Sunday school was in a small room at the back of the church. We sat in a circle of small chairs learning about Jesus and Bible stories. 

I only remember one particular preacher. He was short, had dark hair but seemed older. He preached in a fiery way and spit as he would almost jump. The flowers on the piano shook, almost falling and it seemed that the floor bounced. Little old ladies would sit up front staring up at the preacher and I wondered if they were ever spit on.

We all sang as the piano played. They needed that piano playing to keep somewhat of a tune because most of the people did not know how to sing. But it was ok because it was their hearts that counted. The people seemed happy and after church, many hugs were given around. There was also lots of happy chatter and the little fiery preacher became very nice and  greeted each person going out the door. 

My memory fails to give me much more about going to this little church, but my heart remembers the times there as very good. God was good to me to let this church house and the people who went there be a part of my life. The church house has been boarded up for many years now. I wish I could go back in time for one day, go to the little church and feel the good there.