It is that time of year in Iowa.
Time to complete the harvest and begin our period of rest.
Churches like this one located in the once-town of Halfa likely heard a lot of prayers whispered to bless the harvest. I really don't need to wonder how those prayers worked for most of the farmers in this rural area...I think I already know.
But, the spirits of the harvest remain even if the town could not survive, and I am struck by the rare choice to leave a structure like this standing. Perhaps more than harvest spirits remain; perhaps this church serves to remind the farmers that continue to turn the soil how fortunate they have been...or to remind us how long ago this story began.
Regardless, I am grateful it remains and I am able to bask in the glory of the Iowa fields and sky framing this structure once more. I only hope it is there tomorrow.