Tonight I went to the church that I grew up in for the first time in a very long time. (Kansas City First Church of the Nazarene)
When I turned 15, I remember being alone in the santuary, standing by one of the stone facade walls on the stage. For some reason, I pulled out a little stone from the wall, wrote my initials and date, and hid it back in the cracks of the wall. For the last (almost) 15 years, I've never forgotten the EXACT spot where I hid that little stone, and have often wondered if it was still there.
It is.
Not wanting to spoil the fun, I flipped it over and wrote today's month/year on it and hid it back in the same spot.
Since I was 15 when I first hid this stone, and that was 15 years ago... I guess I'll wait another 15 years to see if it's still there. Time will tell...
When I turned 15, I remember being alone in the santuary, standing by one of the stone facade walls on the stage. For some reason, I pulled out a little stone from the wall, wrote my initials and date, and hid it back in the cracks of the wall. For the last (almost) 15 years, I've never forgotten the EXACT spot where I hid that little stone, and have often wondered if it was still there.
It is.
Not wanting to spoil the fun, I flipped it over and wrote today's month/year on it and hid it back in the same spot.
Since I was 15 when I first hid this stone, and that was 15 years ago... I guess I'll wait another 15 years to see if it's still there. Time will tell...
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