If you live in the South you probably know all about the Bible Belt, the Southern Baptists, and the fact that there is a church every where you turn. I think there must be more churches in the South than in any other place. Gerry's dad is a Baptist preacher so I know all about the Homecomings too, those amazing Sundays when they call back a preacher that has moved on to preach, they have "special music" and they put out a spread of food like you just can't believe. Going to church in the south is a crazy thing. My head is usually about to explode by the end of the service since I disagree with much of what gets preached about, always have always will. Don't get me wrong, I have my own personal beliefs about what God is to me, he just isn't what the Baptists say he is! You may remember a post I did on the movie Searching for the Wrong-Eyed Jesus. If you haven't seen this movie I highly recommend it!!! It is such a great movie. My friend Melissa Swingle plays the saw in it and has a small part. Strangely enough, I'm not the only one with southern religion on my mind. When Wes was home this weekend we talked about how much religion has influenced her life, going to church with her grandpa and hearing my mom talk about God incessantly. I look for this to work it's way into her writing someday, what do you want to bet?! You can't be a southern girl and the granddaughter of a Baptist preacher and not have it's culture seep into your pores somehow.
Anyway, my rambling here has a point. I have had images of churches in my head and I have added steeples and crosses to some of the barns I have made in the past, but all of a sudden I have been thinking about those vestibules that churches have. I like that word and I like the vestibule itself. It's where you get the little church bulletin from the sweet ladies in the church as you go in, and it's where you wait in line to shake the preacher's hand when you leave. The preacher always makes each person feel special and welcome and I like this custom. Gerry and I have been taking some rides out in the country lately (jeez that sounds like we have turned into two old farts doesn't it?) and I have been looking at these churches. The other day I saw one with a very distinct vestibule, very small, so I added one to this barn I made and I really like where this is going. It gives the barn a little sacred space, an alter if you will, a niche for treasures, whatever you want. I found the Madonna pendant at a local thrift store, I am not sure I will add it yet, because I really like it, but I do think it would be very cool with this piece.
My poor Michael Sherrill rib was sacrificed today. I needed a skinny rib to get in and smooth around the outer structure so I cut this one up. Dang, these things are hard to cut! I had cut up a hotel key but it just wasn't the same. Michael Sherrill is a genius!