Of Churches and Visits...

Greetings

Eleven-fifty on Monday night found me touching down in Charlotte, having just flown from Decatur, IL via Atlanta. I flew to see Sara over the weekend, a short visit, but something we have to make ourselves used to due to this whole distance thing. Our time together was well spent, well felt, and of course turning myself over the the idiots in the Transportation Security Authority after having said goodbye to my fiancee was most distasteful. I wasn't nearly arrested this time.

Among other wedding mumbo-jumbo (don't tell Sara I called it that), we settled down on the location of our wedding and reception. Sanner Chapel is a Methodist church set in the middle of several vast fields. There aren't any buildings for at least a mile. It is all alone and stalwart out there, beaming with the character familiar to old country churches, and it wears its crooked steeple like the dapper GI's in World War II wear their hats in the nostalgic photographs from that time (my own Grandfather included).

The picture I have here does not show this old soldier's crooked hat, but it shows the charm of the place. The interior shots do not do justice to the charm, so I will save those.



We'll be able to hold the small reception following the ceremony in the back of the church, setting up tents and tables and enjoying the privacy provided by being 'miles from nowhere' and a stand of evergreens planted to protect the church from the sweeping winds of the plains.

After checking out the church, we went and registered, settling on Kohl's and Target. Our registry can be found online.

Anyway, Sara told me that today (Tuesday) Decatur was doused with six inches of snow, which effectively shut down the roads and surrounding airports...just one day too late...bummer.

Touching down at eleven-fifty in Charlotte left me still with a two and a half hour drive back home, and by the time I finally got situated it was after three that I finally fell asleep. Work will not wait for those with heavy eyelids and money doesn't grow on trees, so when the morning came, which was too soon, I marched off to my daily duties with Samaritan's Purse in their warehouse in Wilkesboro, a fifty minute drive.

After getting back to Boone this evening, I met with my new landlord and signed papers declaring me as the new tenant of a small apartment in Boone. It is much more convenient for me and I'm looking forward to being on my own.

Regards,

Jonathan