I came across some old photos the other day; our photos are not remotely organized and are mostly thrown together in boxes. These two somehow were together. I took them in the 80s.
The first is a Congregational church in a small town in Vermont, probably in 1987. I think the shot- taken on a cheap 35 mm camera- captures the angular hard line of old time Calvinism.
In contrast, the other photo was taken a few years earlier on a North Carolina back road. I had driven by the night before. The door was open and light, hand-clapping and music poured forth into the darkness. Nearest to the door a young black woman in a white dress was dancing, eyes closed.
It made a huge impression on me, and I drove back the next day to take this photo.
Together, the two very different churches represent pretty starkly the wide array of cultural styles within Christianity; the one linear and clean, the other ecstatic and exuberant.
And of course, one very northern and the other very southern.