When I visit Dad I worship at Church of the Cross in Ticonderoga, New York. It snowed all night and is still snowing presently so the drive from Silver Bay to Ticonderoga was quite treacherous, even on the ploughed roads. There is maybe 1 to 1 /2 feet of snow on the ground; it is a beautiful winter wonderland. During worship the snow came off the roof and spilled onto the parish walkway so the rector, Marjorie Floor, announced that unless one wanted to go through a lot of snow to get to the parish hall the best means available was through the main worship area–KSH.
Fr. Harmon:
I remember fondly going to a mission church with my father ,who was a licensed lay reader, who was to lead morning prayer at a service at a small church near where my we would go hunting deer in the fall. But this was in the dead of winter with several feet of snow on the ground. What I remember the most is opening the church , starting the fire in the wood stoves to warm the building ( and me ) and wait for the congregation which was but 10 soles. But it was a time to connect with my my dad that I cherished the most, watching him lead morning prayer. I don’t think twice about volunteering at my current church just because of of the example of my dad. As my dad’s best friend said at his funeral the two of them had to drag the congregation kicking and screaming into the 21st century. This from a ninety year old man. I know you your cherished time with your dad,too.
Stew
What a pretty church with lots of light.