Pastor Jim Jackson
Richmond Hill Presbyterian Church
Traveling US Highway 17 between Brunswick and Richmond Hill at least three times a week, I see a lot. Sometimes it’s wild hogs or deer; and at other times it’s roadside memorials.
Numerous memorials have been placed roadside in remembrance of persons who’ve died in auto accidents.
Therefore, I’m reminded to drive carefully. Other memorials are quite elaborate. I speak of those erected by the state.
They are made of metal and commemorate people and events we should not forget. An example: the cemetery where a number of McIntoshes are buried. We might say they were the founders of McIntosh County.
But recently, when going south I gave particular attention to what is called “The Smallest Church in America.’ Built by Mrs. Agnes Harper, it’s been there since 1949. Actually it had to be rebuilt at some point. Nonetheless it remains.
Curiosity led me to turn into the sand parking lot and examine the smallest church in America. Actually, it’s small in physical size. Not sure if it has any members, probably not.
But obviously, some folk are committed to maintaining it.
I’m told the building will hold about a dozen people. Can you imagine what it would be like, worshiping in a church which could accommodate only 12? Is small bad? Not necessarily. Remember Jesus began with only 12 and one of those was a betrayer. Though it isn’t always true, some believe only small churches are friendly.
But think about it, a congregation with only 12 is too small for a big church fight. A small church doesn’t need a church bus: 12 can fit in two cars. A small church doesn’t need a bunch of committees: one committee of a dozen can run the whole show. A small church does need hymn books for every worshiper. Two people can sing from one book and that makes for good fellowship, except when you’re beside one who uses only one note for the whole song. Of course, there are probably many other advantages, but I’ll leave that with you.
So what? All of this to say, “I like memorials.” They last longer than what they commemorate. Reminds me of what the Bible says about Adam and Eve’s son Abel: “He being dead, yet speaks.” That qualifies you and me as having the possibility of being a positive influence, long after we are gone.
Of course the question that follows: “Will my life be worth remembering by others?” I think that’s worth a commitment.