My dear Granny lived in a classic farmhouse in Grainger County, TN. The house was the epicenter of much of my childhood. Many Thanksgivings, Christmases, and birthdays were celebrated there…not to mention July 4ths, Labor Days, and Memorial Days, etc. Tree-climbing, fishing, guitars, cards, Granny’s cooking, pork Barbecues, and the kids getting into mischief helped create memories I hope I never forget. Aunt Diane, Uncle Charles, Uncle Steve, Uncle Danny, the White family, Pam, John and Rhonda, cousins…I literally could write for days on that era of my life.
One of the coolest things about Granny’s house, though, was the roof. Like something from another time, the house had an old, rough-looking tin roof. I’m quite certain Property Brothers would consider it is a “must go” if trying to sell and I’m not sure if Chip and Joanna could come up with a creative reason to keep it. But back in the day, it was cool and I loved it. I especially loved it when trying to take a nap or going to bed while it was raining. The rain made a hypnotic noise that simply can’t be duplicated by any other means.
Over the years, I have heard countless stories of people sharing similar thoughts about old tin roofs. Today, you can get a metal roof in just about any color you want…but it’s not the same. They don’t look the same and the rain doesn’t sound the same. So, for me, the tin roof brings back memories of some really neat things…great times, sweet moments, memories of loved ones no longer with us, and a time in my life that I didn’t understand at the time how precious it was…though I do now.
Recently, I was given another view-and blessing-from a genuine old-time tin roof. This time, however, it was not the noise hitting the roof from the outside that created a special memory. Rather it was the noise coming from underneath the roof that stirred my heart. In the little village of Tana, some 5 hours south of Lima, Peru, in the Andes Mountains, our mission team was blessed to sing, testify, pray, tell Bible stories, and preach in a small, but new building where a handful of believers meet to have worship services. The setting is much different that what you would find here in America. The little building has no AC/Heat, cushioned pews, bathrooms, or sound system. With minimal lighting and a few hand-drawn pictures on the walls, and being not much bigger than a typical SS classroom…it’s the definition of basic. It was not designed by an architectural firm. A handful of folks over time chipped in and helped bring it into being. Four walls and roof…that’s all there is to it. Most folks would probably not think much of it especially when compared to the buildings we are used to.
Our church was blessed to watch the building take shape…even helped work on it some along the way. The night we worshipped together under that tin roof is not something I will forget anytime soon. The sound of Emily singing reverberated sweetly under the tin. David’s testimony and Jeffrey’s Bible story, accompanied by Jerry’s translating, left an imprint on us all. Paul spoke from his heart to the small crowd and reminded them of the love of God as found in Christ. My sermon was simple but I truly felt honored to have the chance to preach it. Samantha and Nathan’s supportive eyes that night helped make for a special night for the whole team.
We all know and often speak of God’s blessings. They come daily and in a wide variety of ways. God was most gracious in allowing our team to experience the blessings of the Risen Christ being proclaimed in the Andes Mountains among a very dear group of people. Who knew their were blessings on both sides of a tin roof?? I now know…and so do you!!!
Blessings to all! Thank You Monticello! 🙂