On my driving tours around this scenic province, I love to see the old wooden churches, their varied designs, steeples, unique windows, and to explore the adjoining cemeteries. Sadly, it is hard for some of the small communities with dwindling congregations to maintain them, and some are in disrepair. But I can imagine the initial community members giving up their time, sharing together in labour, milling the wood, shingling the roofs, building the interior finishes, and the proud day they would have had the grand opening, the first sermon, the first wedding, the first funeral, the first baptism. These structures are often on the high point of the community, speaking to the importance of faith and God, and giving that pre-eminence, which sadly is no longer the case today.