Most of the churches I’ve attended were not as beautiful as the one pictured above, yet we worshipped the same God.

I spent many hours in church as a child. At evening services, often my attention was on the sky change colors as the day was ending. I’d watch those cathedral-shaped windows, that were open to the summer breeze, and observe the slice of sky change from  blue, to navy blue, to violet, deep purple, and finally, black. It was a good way to end a Sunday.

Growing up, usually by the front door, my mother had a plaque with these words from Isaiah:

Thou wilt keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on thee:
because he trusteth in thee.

Perhaps she had that plaque right next to the door to remind us as we left our home to keep our minds on the perfect peace only God can give. I like to think so.

I don’t know where that plaque is now, but the same God is still there, waiting to give peace to those who trust…..