Valentine’s Day – Big Trouble in a Little Church

A number of years ago, in a small town not far away, our family had the good fortune to attend a small country church.

At the time, our congregation met in a 100-year-old church building located in a cow pasture out in the country. The setting was picturesque, even rustic. Other than the occasional rattlesnake on the grounds, and the sometimes-present dirt daubers hovering over our heads in the sanctuary during service, all worked just fine.

Our church family consisted of some of the most genuine and precious people I have ever known. Our Pastor, Perry, was fresh out of seminary, and he was a fantastic preacher. We ingested solid expository preaching every Sunday.