I've been in lots of old buildings-churches, cabins, houses, factories, etc. Sometimes I feel something inside them-even the ones that have been empty for years. Other times I don't feel a thing.
On the day we hiked to the Little Cataloochee Baptist Church, we were all glad when we reached our destination (if you missed the hike click here for the story). We were tired and ready for lunch. 3 of the Blind Pig family were suffering from tacos that didn't sit right-and a late night at the races (not me-the tacos didn't hurt me a bit).
Since I had never been to the church-I was anxious to see the inside-to see if it really did have an amazing acoustical sound-like Don said.
After we looked over the church, we ate lunch, and videoed the girls. Before we left we spent time in the cemetery-reading stones and wondering about the people who called Cataloochee home.
Did I feel anything in the church? Yes. I felt a welcoming spirit-as if those who once congregated in the Holy Hall were glad we were there. When I walked outside alone-I fully expected to see a church yard full of smiling faces telling me I did good by coming.