My family has a summer house in Maine. I know what you are thinking, very posh, but it's better than the Hamptons and my grandparents live here so it's nice to be close to them when we can. But this post is not about Maine or my family-it's about Seasonal Religion. I live near this old church. It is beautiful, made of round stones and sits right on the rocky edge over looking the ocean. There is even an outdoor pulpit for those who want to get married outside with the sea as the backdrop. Now when we went for a stroll and decided to go on, I was undeniably excited. I was expecting some church from early settlers time filled with coastal history.
I was severely disappointed. I mean, the church was old, but only about a hundred years or so. The church was built around the time when Maine became the "vacationland" that it still is today. Tons of mid-atlantic city folk coming up for the crisp summers and fresh air. Basically this is a summer church, a church for old vacationers. Nowadays, of course it's mostly full of weddings and pomp, but I still am intrigued about a church built for temporary practitioners, seasonal practitioners, if you will. At the same time it feels both "lived religion-y" and an extravagance. Maybe that's just my impression of old time vacationers who came to Maine. Anyways, it's a pretty church.
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