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A Hundred Years Ago
Walking through the doors of Longneckers
Feels like stepping back in time
Modern touch has no place
There are no smells and bells here.
The women are plainclothes.
Most sewn by hand.
All heads are covered.
And humility prevails.
Songs are a capella
Prayers are knelt to
No idol figures will be seen here.
No paint is on the windows
The men and women sit on opposite sides
As it once was a hundred years ago
Old man Eshleman's voice
Reading from his battered hymnal
One that is not needed
As he knows them all by heart
And the look on his face
Is one of true peace for the moment.
As material worries are put aside.
Dr. Kilgore's sermons are from the heart
No scripts, no notes.
No fire and brimstone.
Admonishments will not be heard.
Only love and peace
And the true adoration of our Lord.
As it always was
As it always will be
Just like a hundred years ago.....
* Had the wonderful opportunity to attend a Mennonite meeting a couple months back. Dr. Kilgore is Jon's father, and is the "main" minister. He and Mr. Eschleman split the service, with Dr. Kilgore doing the main sermon. Longneckers is the meeting house in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. It will be an honor to be joining this family.
Critiques
Linda Moses
17 years 8 months ago
Jess
infinite_dwarf
17 years 8 months ago
Thanks, Linda!
Mark
17 years 8 months ago
I think
infinite_dwarf
17 years 8 months ago
Unfortunately
Eduardo Cruz
17 years 8 months ago
the way
infinite_dwarf
17 years 8 months ago
Eddie, Eddie, Eddie.....*shakes head*
Eduardo Cruz
17 years 8 months ago
apologies
themoonman
17 years 8 months ago
Hi Jess...
poewriter58
17 years 8 months ago
Jessica
orgami
17 years 8 months ago
the view of faith
rider68
17 years 8 months ago
Hi Jess
Kailashana
17 years 8 months ago
Hi Jess, welcome back and
infinite_dwarf
17 years 8 months ago
Anna