A poetic history of Magnolia United Methodist Church
by Patty Zdunski
You may have seen me while passing by. I occupy a small bit of land along Route 394 just past Stow across from Chautauqua Camp Grounds and the Magnolia Motel. I'm a small white building of no fancy design. I haven't changed too much in my years, 140 now.
I've overlooked Chautauqua Lake since the steam boats paddled by and droves of people hurrying on to Mayville and The Chautauqua Assembly Grounds on the trolley. I've watched the horse and buggy; and the school buses full of youngsters heading off to learn, grow, and make lives of their own.
I've been here for many wedding vows where tears of joy were shed, and echoed the babys' cry while the minister sprinkled water on their heads. Then again they'd come to gather to say a last farewell, holding in their hearts the dream that they would meet again.
I'd like to bid you welcome; My doors are open still. Though few remain, they've a warm smile and greeting to give. "How can we help you?" "We'd love to try."
Come! Share with us a bit of your time and hear our Father's Words. You need not feel, "I cannot come for I can't afford to give." Please do come so we give ourselves to you that something that has been missing. Fellowship and sincerity are what you will find within my walls.
Magnolia United Methodist Church is my title. The Lord our God dwells here. Now as He did back then and long before and will be far beyond, our comfort guide. I pray that He may help my light to shine brightly for you, that you may find a spark you once knew or maybe never had.
I sincerely hope that one day we shall meet. Now as you go on your way, may God bless and keep you each and every day.
We are yours in the Name of Jesus Christ our Lord!