Down the road there is this rundown building. It's actually a chapel from 1880. I've been wanting to stop and take pictures of it, so on Sunday we did.
Jim took a peek inside and told me to come on and take a look.
So let's go inside and take a peek shall we.
I wanted to cry when I saw what I saw.
There's just something about seeing this that makes me sad. How can a building or worse yet a church get like this? It makes me wonder where all the people who used to go to church here are. Why did they stop going? So many questions.
If only walls could talk.