A PIONEER CHURCH

As the door closes on our old church building, a new one opens and we pause to think about what is happening.  We are, beginning again, in a different building.  Like life, a new day welcomes a new body, albeit one day older.  If old, one realizes there is not much time left; if young, time means nothing.  Some of us are older and we remember the days of our youth.  Now that we are old, we know we must leave something of our days for our youth.  So it is with the pioneer church, the roots of Lookout Mountain Community Church:

                                                           A PIONEER CHURCH
It was up Mount Vernon canyon, on the wagon trail of sod; our forefathers tried to find, the higher ground to God.  Deep down in the valley, it stands there yet today; a symbol of our legacy, it's grave yard in disarray.
Here lie heroes of our Civil War, true  native sons at rest.  And nameplates on it's worn pews, show those who gave their best.  Upon this church's' doorstep, a new pastor once had stood.  Looking up the mountain, praying some should come and would.  Standing in silence on a hill, on the old wagon trail of sod.  Patiently, it is waiting still, to bring people back to God.
                                                          Ronald Thomas Jones
There are many stories about our history.  There are several of them apparent in this rendering of a personal viewpoint.  Of course, everyone has their own way to look at things and not everyone wants to write a poem or sing a song.  But then, we are all searching for a way to sing life's song and before our time is up, perhaps we can learn that going back to God, is truly,....our salvation.