But then we spotted a church.
The minute I got home, I Googled the church's name. My search turned up empty. No church with that name was identified in that area. I shrugged off my fruitless inquiry. It was a small church, so maybe they just never listed it online or in a phone book. It happens...right?
Weeks passed, and once again we found ourselves riding down that same country road. We agreed to stop at the mystery church during this trip. I drove slow, maybe 30 mph, not wanting to miss the building. There were a few other churches on the same street, so I eyed each one of them critically, determined to locate the right one. But before I knew it, we were beyond the range where the church should have been located. I sighed and turned the vehicle around. Although I'd driven slow, I must have passed it.
We went back down the road, driving even slower this time. We searched between the thick trees and shrubbery. No church. It was as if it had vanished into thin air.
"You saw that church last time too, didn't you?" I asked my mom, completely in shock.
"Yeah, I saw it," my mom answered.
"Where did it go? It's like it was never here," I said as we drove the road one final time.
"That's crazy," my mom said with finality. And she was right; it truly was.