The oldest church in America. Or the ruins rather. It was built and burned twice and when we were there they were taking pictures for a wedding. A magnificent monument to what America is founded on. And an intense metaphor for life. I walked around looking at the gravestones and was humbled by how many young children were buried there. As I visited this monument with 4 of my 8 healthy children I found a new respect for those who started our great country. They built and rebuilt based on there faith. Knowing only that they were doing it for the future. And I can't help but ask myself what kind of a future am I building for those who will come after me in future generations?
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