Genealogy - My Heritage

IThis isn't my great-grandfather's church. This isn't my grandfather's church. 

This isn't my father's church.

This isn't the church of my childhood.

    Yet, it is. Physically. And even that has changed. 

   The activity center/fellowship hall didn't exist when I was a child. The basement and the classroom where we have Sunday school class didn't exist when my father was a child. The sanctuary where services are held didn't exist when my grandfather was a child. Cool Springs Cumberland Presbyterian church didn't exist when my great grandfather was born.

   As far as congregationally goes, my first cousin 3 times removed (great grandfather's first cousin) is listed on the plaque in the vestibule as the minister when the church was organized in 1891.

    Denominationally, my 1st cousin 4 times removed (great great grandmothers first cousin) organized 4 or 5 churches. And my great great great great grandfather was a pastor who preached at several churches back on the 1840's.

   I'm not sure where this was intended to go when I started it, but I know when I was younger I remember hearing about a church getting rid of its pastor because his wife had an affair. Another church getting rid of an elder because their child ran into trouble with the law. Another church that told a pastor if his wife took an outside job, they would let him go.
   At camp, we used to sing "they'll know we are Christians by our love"
   Watching the news, listening to reports, seeing what's going on in the church world; sometimes I wonder now as I did then, where is the love?