I took this picture of a perfect little church (Spring Creek MIssionary Baptist Church, N.C.) as we were making our way down from the mountains of Tennessee into N. Carolina on a winding Appalachian road.
But what really intrigued me, and I would love to have had the chance to go, was this invitation in front the church. Not that my sense of devotion requires such a gesture, because I'm not a Baptist and by most standards pretty much of a heathen, but just because I really do like that old-timey-religion music and I would have sung my tonsils out.
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