A petite prayer.
A diminutive denomination.
It may be small, but it’s cute. (That’s what he said.)
Size only matters in horseshoes and hand grenades. Wait, I think I have that wrong. Err, uhh, never mind.
Just as I love both extremes of the phases of the moon, the full moon and the littlest sliver that looks like a fingernail clipping, I love weird and wacky extremes. They don’t have to be the World’s Largest/Tallest/Longest of Cheezy Americana. I love the World’s Smallest/Shortest/Itty-bittyiest roadside attractions, too.
In the wee town of Warrenton, Texas, home of a huge semi-annual antique fair/party, The World’s Smallest Church is well worth a stop. It’s on Highway 237, “the main drag”, just northeast of downtown.
It had a very peaceful, spiritual feel inside. They hold regular Sunday services. Outside, in back of the church, is an old cemetery.
Since this is the World’s Smallest Church, I will keep this the smallest post I’ve written on this blog so far.