Perfection

We had a perfect day yesterday. There's just something about a three day weekend. Maybe it's the knowledge hanging out there in the back of your mind that you have a whole extra day to get things done that allows you to just kick back and fully relax.

Maybe it was the good company and the perfect weather. Whatever it was, it worked.

Yesterday morning Ali and I took an Ohio map and routed the most "backroads possible" way to get from Findlay to Norwalk. Norwalk was hosting "The Great American Treasure Hunt" – just a big fancy name for a garage sale. We decided to take our time getting there, documenting in photographs the route we took. Somewhere near Attica – where neither of us had ever been before – we found Omar Chapel.

According to the Ohio Historical Marker the Omar Inn had once stood near the chapel and had been a stop on the Underground Railroad. As slaves were moved from the South into Ohio they were housed in the livery of the Inn before being moved on to the next stop which was near Sandusky.

The Omar Chapel had been built and shared by Baptist and Methodist congregations and abolitionist messages had been the theme for these two worshipping communities.

It's a beautiful little chapel with a cemetery behind it where some of those who were involved in the rescue of slaves are buried. We signed the guest registry and for a few minutes soaked up the atmosphere of the sanctuary. 

I walked to the pulpit to take a look at the old Bible that was still there. The verse in the middle of the page caught my eye.

Perfection.