When we came to visit the church in Kentucky for the first time, we were driving through West Virginia. I have been in West Virginia many, many times, but I have never been in this area of the state. As we got closer to the Kentucky border, the very first thing that came to my mind is this:

“Trees, trees everywhere, not a farm in sight.”

Trees, Trees, and Trees. Mountains became steeper and taller. As we cross the border, these beautiful Cumberland mountains were so clustered together that there weren’t much room for roads between the mountains to go around. So, the government built the new highway by “cutting-through” the mountains. Because of the “cut-through”, there are beautiful rock layers on both sides of the highway, which one day will be covered with plants and trees. Need I say more trees? In the midst of these trees, there is civilization. What is civilization? One word. Wal-Mart