Staunton Star - Times - Published in the Interest of the Staunton Community for Over 143 Years

At a gathering of “church folks”, I found myself embraced with a strange and awesome feeling. It all happening so plain and ordinary as the singing moved along.

At one point I saw a tall, shorthaired woman in blue jeans wipe tears from her eyes as something from the moment touched her soul. It all felt down beat, until the announcement came. “0ne of the women, the pastor said, will play for us a song on the old an ornate organ.” I hadn’t really noticed it for the lighting was dim, but there i lay in the shadows at the far side of the sanctuary. She explained that it was over hundr...