It’s called Chicken Church not only because it’s held in chicken barns, but because the pastors are raring to preach and are fighting the church being closed. Then they get told by their boards that they have to comply with government rules in order to be good Christians. So the boards act like a bunch of chickens, but the pastors find the venue to preach the word of God. Voila, Chicken Church.
I’ve been going through some books from my smaller, older book case, and found some old hymnals from 1900-1909.
They are yellowed, but very legible,
Some came from Illinois, Philadelphia, Chicago, and Wis.
*sigh*
I hate putting them in the recycling bin, but I really must free up some space.
Love it!