One of the prettiest drives in my part of the world lies on Highway 21 between Alto and Nacogdoches, Texas. One of the reasons is this little, old church. When I drive past it in the early morning hours, the sunrise shines through the windows, filling the entire building with a golden, seamless, glow. It is as if God himself has sent bursts of light from the pulpit and into the world.
I finally had to stop and take a picture.
Well, several. You know me. I never take ‘A’ picture. It’s always like one hundred and fifty three. Or something.
And the oak tree next to it is beautiful.