Sunday Drive: Farther Along

An old favorite in these parts.  Memories of sitting in a wooden pew, everybody in their go-to-meeting clothes, a comforting arm wrapped around a sleepy little boy, paper fans waving all around imprinted with pictures of Gethsemane, the sweet, faint scent of lavender sachet and waxed wood, the reverent silence of a summer Sunday morning, and the prospect of fried chicken and dinner on the ground . . . . memories from the dawn of a little boy's life, when God was in His heaven, and all was well with the world.