Photograph by Dianna Kenobbie Diehm
This is my favorite picture of the old. country church
It didn’t look much better in it’s day.
It was a real good place for those who came to search
For their Higher Power and to pray
We sang Amazing Grace and It is well with my soul.
In the Garden was my Grandma’s favorite hymn
We saw babies being baptized and had widows to console
But mostly I liked watching Grandpa Jim.
When they passed the wafers he was whittling.
Grandma elbowed him real hard in his side.
He threw his offering in with the wafers. It was piddling.
I think that second elbow hurt his pride.
The quarters in the wafer plate made a lot of noise
Grandpa got no wafer with his wine.
I know whittling on a stick is something he enjoys.
Grandma thinks a knife in church is out of line.
When she takes his stick away he falls asleep.
Soon everyone in church can hear him snore.
Then the elbow in his side goes pretty deep.
Grandpa yells “Judas Priest!” and he’s done for.
You might think our bell and steeple are too large.
Or the church it sits on top of is too wide.
Grandpa rings the bell now. He’s happily in charge
Because Grandma and her elbow stay inside.