ADAIRVILLE, KY

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A big storm caused by hurricane Joaquin hit the east coast while we were in the city of Brotherly Love eating a Philly Cheese Steak. The skies darkened and dumped rain on all the places we were headed along Hwy 40.

We made Knoxville after dark and pulled into Wal-Mart for the night. Yes, people actually do this. There’s always a little neighborhood to welcome you after the sun goes down.

The Nashville skyline appeared the next afternoon but we drove straight through. Who gets to Nashville and doesn’t stop? We do. It was the rain. It was lack of planning. It was getting there late. It was tourist-weariness. But mostly it was just us. I phone-snapped a fuzzy pic of Music City from the freeway. With the Grand Ole Opry in our review mirror I began berating myself. What is wrong with you? You should have stopped! I swiped at watery eyes.

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We found a two-laner and headed northwest. Incredible scenery spilled out in all directions–think Kentucky Derby– but I learned my lesson in Lancaster and kept my camera out of arms reach.

Sometimes, most times, it’s just best to soak it all in unencumbered with devices.

Around 5:00 PM we crossed the border where Tennessee and Kentucky rub shoulders. A mile into Kentucky we came upon a sleepy little town. Giant red letters were splayed unprofessionally across the town’s retired grain elevators:

JESUS CHRIST IS LORD

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Adairville could have been Mayberry at one time but most of the Opie’s have moved to Nashville. Churches outnumbered businesses still in operation and from the looks of things the population was holding onto the remnants of the thin remnants of a once thriving town. Castello’s Cafe flashed an OPEN sign. We looked over at each other, shrugged our shoulders and made a wordless decision to step inside.

I would absolutely love to tell you all about this relic place that looked part cafe and part someone’s family kitchen. It had all the fodder for an entire book. I can only tell you that it’s been a long time since I’ve eaten in a restaurant where cigarette smoke curled up from amber ashtrays and I’ve never eaten fried green tomatoes made by a pregnant gal wearing Sponge Bob pajama bottoms and an animal print tank top.

The narrow room held a dozen tables, two were occupied. The wait staff –and their family–sat near the kitchen and cash register playing dominos, smoking cigarettes and watching the Tennessee Volunteers battle it out on the gridiron against the Arkansas Razorbacks.

An elderly trio sat near the entrance away from the smoke. We sat ourselves near them and puzzled over the menu, not wondering what to eat so much as if we should eat. The Saturday special was hamburger steak, slaw and green friend tomatoes. We ordered two.

It was clear we weren’t locals. The little lady whose chin disappeared into her neck asked if we had come from Nashville for the Gospel Tones. One meal and a bunch of small talk later we found ourselves seated in the Living Word Church just around the corner.

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The front door of the church could have been a time-travel portal. I was immediately transported into my past, among saintly old saints from my younger years in a dozen small churches. My nostrils filled with the scent of lemon polish, mothballs and vintage perfume. Sister this and brother that, hand shakes and howdys–the room buzzed with the warmth of fellowship and anticipation. A crooked old gentleman topped with a thin comb-over greeted us warmly. His thick southern accent dripped a honey smooth hello.

We took our seats among the country gathering of unadorned folks. I fought back tears of nostalgia, stung by how fast this ol’ globe spins our nows into yesterdays. Baritone-voiced Pastor Phil started the meeting off with a couple throw back worship songs that brought a thousand memories into view.

A grey-headed southern gospel quartet took the stage. Their drummer had recorded several songs with Elvis and had been inducted into the Musicians hall of fame. For decades they’d been singing southern gospel songs all through the Bible belt and were still raising goose flesh on their audiences. From the beginning their notes of close harmony rang rich through the air and immediately leveled my weak tear-levy. For two hours we stomped and clapped and laughed and cried. Lyrics about heaven and Jesus swaddled our news-ragged hearts.

And then it became clear. We weren’t just Bob and Sherrie from Washington State who didn’t know how to do Nashville, who were too early for the autumn colors and too late for the Delaware River tours. We weren’t just scenery hoarders with a cache of blurry pictures or unsophisticated tourists collecting brochures and trinkets.

We were members of God’s family sitting among family in a town called Adairville. We were enjoying the sweet presence of Jesus in a rural setting and being reminded that not only does He truly guide each step of the way, HE IS THE WAY!

It’s a great land we live in and whether or not you see giant red letters painted bold across your world,

JESUS CHRIST IS indeed LORD, and Soon and very soon we are going to see the King!

4 thoughts on “ADAIRVILLE, KY

  1. I am truly living vicariously through your adventure Sherrie! I laughed and I welled up reading this incredible journey. My favorite take away is – He loves us so much, and knows us so well, that He orchestrates circumstance to bring us places we would have never arrived at on our own. I’ve never heard of Adairville, and yet it was there in that small church that the Creator chose to remind you of how much He loves you.♥

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    1. Thank you, Jacquie. This whole trip has been full of amazing God Hugs! I have received so much and little of what I had expected to receive!

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  2. I’m with Jacquie! I just like to pretend I am right there with you. Especially for this incredibly sweet adventure! 🙂 Also, you really have a way of telling a story that just touches the reader. If it were written by me, it would have gone something like this: “We came upon a small town, ate dinner at a questionable diner and then enjoyed an evening of worship in a sweet little church.” Your version is WAY better! Totally paints the picture. Love it!

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