I’m driving around the north Georgia country this afternoon (chauffeuring my son around) and noticed this has to be some of the most beautiful and peaceful scenery I have ever seen.  Farms are scattered across the landscape, charming old houses and some beautiful new ones too, a few country stores and even a cemetery called Ebenezer.  Around every turn there was a different church painted into the landscape, quaint and small, and each one seemed to tell a history of the area. It was like stepping back in time, yet all-the-while knowing the city was probably only fifteen minutes away in the opposite direction should I need a quick Starbucks.  Seeing all those churches made me think.  There were probably 6 or 7 different denominations if I had counted them all, each within a neighborly walk of the other.  Did they all get along at one time; come together in each other’s need?  I like to think that even though we might disagree on a few things among ourselves, we mostly all agree on the important ones.  I would love to come back to the area and visit for a while on an afternoon when I have nothing to do and maybe take a few pictures.  I could say something here about living in the old South or Americana, but instead, one picture comes to my mind that I had taken on a previously similar adventure to a nearby area.  It is a sign from an old southern church and cemetery.  I think it sums it up nicely.


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