This is the Thorncrown Chapel. It's a lovely and calm little place where we were invited to "come in and sit for awhile." The setting among the trees is beautiful. We peeked behind some of the bushes and found a huge building where the prayer services are held.
The locals kept telling us to be sure and visit the Christ of the Ozarks and be sure to stay for the Passion play. We drove up to the immense complex and found the entrance to the amphitheater to be a replication of the Temple in Jerusalem. Next door was the Dome of the Rock which houses a dinosaur museum. There were folks all around us getting very emotional about seeing "Jerusalem." Since all the biggest, newest, over the top buildings are churches or ministeries...maybe some people should do less giving...and more traveling.
We were just beginning to get an idea of the importance of religion in these parts...
Ed had a truly tacky moment when he dubbed himself the Mini Me of the Ozarks. I couldn't resist taking the picture. Just to put this place in perspective: A Greyhound bus would fit on the hand of Christ.
We took off to spend the day in Little Rock. It's just 50 miles away. We began the day with a stop at the local farmers market on the river walk. Then we were off to the Clinton Presidential Library. (We plan to see all the presidential libraries we can on this tour.) It's beautifully done and puts so much of the history of those times in perfect perspective. You don't have to be a Clinton fan to appreciate the library.
This is the cabinet room. I think it suits me...
The last stop of the day - Little Rock Central High School. I really wanted to see it. I was a freshman in high school when the events that ended school segregation took place right here. I remember it so well. The National Park Service has put a visitor's center across the street from the school and do a wonderful job of presenting the story. It's a functioning school with a 50 year old Mobil station on the corner. It has been preserved too.
More later...
Potshop is just me, Lil, and Kathy. You may have to call in. Peggy
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