Little Stone Chapel--"Jesus, It's Jim!"

At the campground where we had Mom and Dad's 60th anniversary reunion, there was this quaint old stone chapel.

It had been built by Catholics, but now it was part of an evangelical campground. And it was a focal point that was as important as the dining hall where we had all our wonderful meals! 

For at the chapel we worshipped together, sang together, practiced music, and did skits. Sunday morning was especially wonderful

with God's presence very near and real.

Here the Morley siblings and spouses are practicing a "Grace" medley to sing during the Saturday afternoon time in the chapel.

Gabriel's family sang "If My People Who Are Called by My Name..." beautifully.  

 Craig and Joella's family singing a beautiful new piece.

This chapel always reminds me of a story that I think I read in Uncle Arthur's Bedtime Stories. My brother says his name was Jim.

He'd just come to a chapel in the middle of the day when he was on his little break from his job, and he'd sit down in the front seat of the chapel by the altar. And he would just say, "Jesus, it's Jim." And that was all. He would just sit there in the presence of Jesus for a little while, and then go back to work. And the next day he would do that all over again, very simply.

And then one day, something happened and he ended up in the hospital. He was so sad that he couldn't go to the chapel like he used to. I can't remember the details, but then Jim changed and seemed so happy, and the nurse asked him about it. Jim told her how he used to go to the chapel at noon to let Jesus know he was there, and how he couldn't do that anymore. But now, Jim said, "every day at noon, Jesus comes to the foot of my bed, and He says, "Jim, it's Jesus!" I have always loved that story.