Hometown Roots

Last night I stepped back in time. I have to be honest…part of me didn’t want to go. Bittersweet memories I didn’t want to have, and emotions I didn’t want to feel.

My lifelong friend, Miranda, drove in town for this moment, and I could not tell her no in going. Our former church was having a reunion in honor of the pastor, Russell East. He would have been 90. I spent the first 18 years of my life at Christ Corner Church. I was dedicated in that church nearly 46 years ago and rarely missed a service. Friendships that have already lasted a lifetime were made and relationships forever held.

Miranda and I walked in together. I was afraid of walking in and seeing my mom’s pew because it would be empty. I actually felt a sense of peace, instead of sadness, as I originally expected. This moment needed to be captured in time for new memories to cherish.

I have to point out this interesting fact…Our former church has a lot of history in Henderson. Before it became Christ Corner Church, it was a former Jewish Temple. Our church is located in one of the Henderson history books. Pretty cool if I do say so myself.

I remember so many times in the sanctuary of loving life. Often Miranda and I would have to be separated from our constant chatter. Last night we sat in front of Miranda’s mom. Like old times, Elaine (Mom2) would lean up and say she was going to sit between us if we didn’t stop talking.

Throughout the singing, Miranda and I talked and laughed so much. There was a moment that was breathtaking. David East, of the Gospel award winning group, Nailprint, sang Bro. Russell’s song, “After All.” That song hit me like a ton of bricks, as it did Miranda. The last time I was there for a church service, Moma was in her pew. Miranda’s dad was sitting with her mom. Miranda’s grandpa was up in his chair on the platform smiling. Bro. Russell was standing at the podium. The flood of memories and tears came rampantly and uncontrollably. My upbringing impacted my life so much.

How could a church that seemed so huge when I was a kid appear so small as an adult? Am I looking through different eyes today or did I just simply grow up? I loved when I saw my former Sunday School teacher. She complimented the person I am today. This little poor girl from Kentucky has done good. 😉 (Bad grammar intended)

Cheryl, our Sunday School teacher

It was a family reunion last night. I saw folks I hadn’t seen in 30 years. We all shared the beautiful moments of laughing, hugging, and even crying. I’m so glad I went, even though I originally had reservations. I know I would have regretted that moment. My only regret is I didn’t take enough pictures.

Peace out, Trout!

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