Glass Houses of God

In years past, my sister had mentioned wanting her wedding in a glass chapel in the woods of Arkansas. During a summer trip to Arkansas with my husband, I had expressed a desire to see the locale that caused my youngest sibling to experience such a dream as a teen. Unfortunately, the glass chapel was closed to the public. What a disappointment.

As mentioned earlier, a woman in my situation can afford to make unplanned stops along the way. This is what I found between Lincoln and Omaha.

My eyes agog, I raced past it wishing I had time to actually step inside and feel the presence of God. What was I doing? I had all the time in the world. I exited. I headed west. I realized I was on a lengthy detour. Traveling throughout the US, I have learned that highway systems rarely reflect the Texas design. The midwest requires that one travel miles and miles between consecutive exits. The chase was on and determination got the better of me.

Wait!

There's a bridge that leads directly to the structure.

No exit?!

Well, at the next departure from the freeway, I'll find the frontage road on the northern side of the highway.

No I won't. Frontage roads seem to be uniquely Texas phenomenons.

Ahhh. Finally an escape.

Where does this road lead?

I bet it will intersect with the dirt road I viewed north of the highway.

It's taking me to where?!

U-turn!

What's that?

Wildlife and Safari Adventure Land. Hmmm.

There's a dirt road.

That has to be the same path I spied earlier.

Off roading can be fun in a Prius!

Screetch!

That isn't a very friendly message painted on that bolder.

KEEP OUT! PRIVATE PROPERTY!

U-turn!

What did that brown historical marker state at the east bound exit I took?

"Holy Family Shrine."

Shrine?

That wasn't a shrine.

I'll probably be lead to some grave claiming to house holy bones.

This isn't looking promising.

Gravel road similar to one viewed from a distance.

Can this be right? I am back tracking.

Corn as high as an elephant's eye, no doubt.

Gasp!

Pay dirt!