The ranch hand's west Texas grandkids live at the junction of a narrow paved path and a dirt road. The "town" at that intersection consists of a church and the adjacent parsonage.
Stand in the middle of that "highway" intersection, turn in a circle, and you will see nothing more than cotton fields to the horizon.
It's "dry land" farming at its best. Good soil, but dependent on rain (one could likely not count the prayers offered in request of precipitation at the Crossroads Baptist Church?)
The church is 100 years young. It has fostered marriages, baptisms, the saving of souls, and funerals for multiple generations. It is a gathering place for a far flung community of fiercely independent folk who will stomp on anything threatening without hesitation. More importantly, these are the same folk who ever so generously love and provide to those they value.
Living life in Crossroads is a quiet, gentle experience. It bears witness to the strength of character God provides while removing distractions to the beauty of His rural creations.
Add the obvious testament that the church exemplifies the family of God and the body of Christ, and one can not help but feel closer to heaven.
What better place to raise crops and kids?
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