One of my mother's favorite songs was "The Little Brown Church in the Vale". When she sang it, it always conjured up mental images of a quaint little chapel snuggled amidst trees, like the one above. It's much like the church of MY childhood, except my little roadside church was white. These little country churches were the heart of the community. Sadly, they are becoming things of the past. It is pleasant to remember the ticking of the old wall clock as the minister brought his message of hope and love.....a balm to the spirit.