Less than five minutes later, I was rolling onto a gravel drive way…the teeny church standing unassumingly in the shadow of the surrounding moss covered, oak trees. I hesitated for a second as I approached the front door, after all I was out in the middle of nowhere… alone. What if there was someone in there, what would I do? The knob turned freely in my hand and I cautiously entered the tiny, humid, and yes, vacant chapel. The light was on, but it still took a minute to adjust to the darkened interior. I was immediately taken aback by the beauty of the stained glass windows which I found out later came from England. Sunlight filtered through the pretty panes illuminating a vast collection of candles, statues, mementos, photos and handwritten notes that were lined up against the windows and propped along the walls near the roof. All of these faces, old and young bear silent testimony to the fact that those who love them seek refuge, peace and and no doubt miracles in this place of rest and reflection. You can almost hear the echo of their prayers..
I’m sure Mrs. Harper would smile if she could see her chapel today.
Local ministers still take turns leading non-denominational services here every third Sunday. Christ’s Chapel is open every day from 6am-8pm.