Norwegian Winter & Viking Stave Churches - Travel Log

posted on: February 6, 2017

I had set out from Bergen, Norway to attempt to capture Northern Lights and the historic Stave Churches of the 12th Century.  I had been monitoring the aurora activity and my timing aligned with an active sun spot known to produced geomagnetic events full of beautiful multicolored auroras.  I knew that I might be too far south, and that the weather might be too cloudy to get the results I was hoping for, and yet I was dedicated to making the most of whatever conditions were presented to me along the journey...

What nature provided was cold, wet, foggy, and alternating between sleet and snow during my drive.  The roads were slippery, which meant going half speed around winding mountainsides and feeling like I might never reach my destination before I'd have to turn back.

I drove for nearly 24 hours straight through the inner rural land of Norway.  I found myself hypnotized by the long mountain tunnel lights with little more to look at than the passing of florescent beams overhead and grey mountain tunnel walls.  The only people I encountered were tunnel workers, ferry workers, and the restaurant staff at AEgir Brewpub Flamsbrygga who provided a welcome respite from the dark winter isolation that comes with venturing off alone into the country when others stay cozy in their fireside homes.

In an attempt to get above the cloud line, I drove up two different mountainsides.  The first time near the town of Flåm, resulted in my car being stuck in 2ft of snow as the depth of the ground under the snow cover did not match the rest of the road.  I was alone on the side of a mountain with no shovel and no help.  Just me, the bitter mountainside wind, and two right side tires lodged into deep snow.  No cell service, no wifi.  The closest home I could see if I needed to knock on the door was at least a mile down the side of the mountain on icy road.  After a significant amount of shoveling with my boots and rocking the car back and forth to pack the snow for greater traction, I did get that car unstuck and made it safely back down the mountain.  Despite this setback, I was still determined to see if another mountain top opportunity allowed for clear sky views.  The cloud cover was low and made it appear as though an opening could still be found above.

In another attempt to get above the cloud line, I headed toward a the Sogndal Airport which appeared to be on top of a mountain.  I thought, surely an airport road will be well-cared for to allow safe passage to the top of the mountain.  Half way up, my car stopped moving forward and started sliding backward, even as my wheels spun forward.  My heart started racing- how far back could it slide before stopping?  Would I be able to control the direction of a backward moving car being pulled by gravity?  Would the rear end be stopped and potentially crushed by trees or would I miss them all and go over the mountain?  I asked spirit for help.

The car stopped.  I took a deep breath and collected myself and evaluated my options.  There was no safe place to turn around and the ice left me little promise of how much control I might have while turning.  Either I continued to attempt forward momentum and overcome this icy stretch, or I reversed with less control.  I inched forward, slid back further, inched forward, slid back further, and then inched forward again until the tires finally caught enough traction to recover all the forward momentum I'd lost and helped me reach the top of the mountain, albeit with white knuckles and knotted stomach.

Never once did a car come from the opposite direction or from behind.  The airport was not open and no flights were due in or out until the morning.  The whole reason I endured two snowy icy mountain climbs was lost to more clouds.  The clouds were too thick to see the night sky and by this time, I could not wait hours for clouds to pass because the drive back would likely take just as much time and I needed to return the car to the city by a certain time and get some much needed rest.

Just as I was feeling completely defeated, now realizing my next task would be to safely descend the mountain's icy roads without losing control of the car, my phone started sending me alerts.  The outside world reminded me that I wasn't really alone in this moment of defeat. Apparently there was an open WiFi connection at the airport and the phone had automatically connected.  How should I take advantage of this brief moment of connection with the outside world I had along this journey?

At the very least, I could send an update to family about my circumstance and suggest how long they should wait to hear from me again before being concerned about my safety.  I updated my digital maps and GPS orientation, viewed the roads I might take back and what different challenges they might present.  I figured out how tell the tunnel roads apart from the regular roads on the map to avoid the many tunnels that made it difficult to stay awake and focused on the road.  I checked the satellite cloud cover movement and reached resolve that I would not see Northern Lights on this trip.  That resolution also gave me the renewed drive to widen my focus from being so narrow and capture what normally would not be available in more ideal conditions.

The trip back down the mountain unfolded with much more control.  I stayed slow and measured, never letting gravity control the car so that the tires could always grip some part of the road and ice.  Slow and steady.  Meter by meter.  Safely back to flat ground and to finish the rest of this journey, embracing more of what nature would allow in the conditions provided, rather than what my humanistic determination would seek to force upon nature.  I was grateful I was safe, still had plenty of gas, working heat in the car, and renewed alertness to continue moving forward now 14 hours into my journey into rural Norwegian winter.

Having fully accepted that Northern Lights would likely not be possible, I turned my attention to the Stave Churches along my path, preserved and occasionally reconstructed faithfully by modern architects and historic preservationists.  Anything I could get of a few Stave Churches would be better than returning empty handed without images to show for all the effort and problem solving I'd already invested into this trip.

When I considered how much time I had left before I needed to drive back to Bergen, it became clear that my only opportunity to photograph any of the historic Viking Church designs in the middle of the country was going to need to happen in the dark.  Not just in the dark, but in the freezing cold winter dark.  This also meant standing outside for long periods of time to monitor long exposures, as well as battery and camera performance in freezing cold weather.  So be it.  These are the conditions I would need to create something beautiful in, regardless of what I had originally intended.

When I arrived at the Borgund Stave Church, the only light available to separate the dark church from the dark sky was essentially the light of the partial moon reflecting off the snow at a low angle.  There were a few spotlights designed to highlight  one portion of the back of the building, but not the side of the building that was most appealing to me and what I wanted to create.  The newly fallen snow covered any previous tracks left behind in the cemetery, creating a perfect blanket on which the headstones could form leading lines in the foreground to compliment the converging mountain sides falling to the river behind the church.  I found my position and was able to support the long-exposures with the stability of the stone fence and my camera resting on my gloves while my bare hands went back into my pockets.

This was the only shot that was worth all of this- and I'm still working on making it better in post-production.  What I started with was muddy and dark without much distinction between sky and mountain.  Each exposure needed to be at least 30seconds, even at ISO 25600 and f/8 for as much light and depth as possible.  Luckily the sky had cleared just enough that even though stars were not quite visible to my human eyes, the camera was able to pick up their subtle light with such a long exposure and sensitive sensor setting.  After 15 minutes of perfecting my settings and angles, my entire body started to feel the numbness of frostbite beginning to creep in, sending me back into my car to warm up and move on to find the other Stave Churches in the area.

The next Stave Church worth visiting seemed not too far away on the map, just across the river, but in the sleet and snow, curved mountainside roads, waiting for a ferry in the middle of the night when service was sparse, and getting lost a few times along the way, it actually took another 2.5 hours to access.  Time was running short and the delirium of being awake for so long in the darkness was starting to wear on me.

When I finally reached the Kaupanger Stave Church, the light on the front of the building was almost too bright to create a proper long exposure image with enough detail.  However, if I stopped down my aperture a bit more, I knew that light might also help provide some additional light for the scene.  Again, I set up on a stone fence, protected the camera with my gloves, and tested different long exposures until I could create one with enough clarity and detail to work with in post-production.

After the challenges of getting the car unstuck from snow, traveling up and down a mountainside full of ice, and resolving to do my best with what the night sky and darkness could allow, I decided to head back to Bergen on a different scenic route, hoping the soon to arrive sunrise would provide some beautiful river and mountain views along the way.

The extended forecast of rain and sleet did not provide the beautiful views I'd hoped for at all during the rest of my stay.  Instead, I resolved to spend the rest of my time in Norway documenting and participating in the Hygge activities that keep native Norwegians happy and healthy in the winter months.  I can assure you that driving icy roads and standing outside in the cold dark alone for a night exposure of an old Viking Church was nowhere on any of my Norwegian friend's lists of things they wanted to do.  Such nonsense is only for the madness of an inspired and determined photographer.

The Competition Illusion - Gratitude Journal

posted on: January 9, 2017

The election cycle added a renewed level of divisiveness, competitiveness, and intolerance into our American culture and ideas of freedom.  It's not like it isn't there all along, we just seem to get extra divisive when it comes to politics as we seek to define governing philosophy for such a diverse country of people and interests.  Our dominant two party political system with one winner takes all electorates, our competitive team against team finals bracket sports culture, and even our survivor reality show mentality all strive to create a culture of winners and losers, and increased competitiveness... but at what cost?

Where are the examples of civility and working together to make everyone stronger?  Examples of how compromise, listening, and negotiating in situations actually create more winners and mutually beneficial situations rather than people having to vote each other off of the imaginary island until we find ourselves alone, doing it all by ourself, and without any friends or family?  Does anyone actually want to be the lonely sole survivor?

Ceiling Curves and Creative Tiling - Gustavo Tile NYC City Hall

This idea of competition is something that we create and cultivate.  Life is actually far more rich, rewarding, balanced, and fun when we can share it peacefully with people who have a variety of views and cultural backgrounds.  If we can listen to one another without claiming that we are right and someone else is wrong, and instead, simply acknowledge that there are many different ways of looking at the world and that it's reasonable to have different perspectives based on different life experiences, we can approach people with different perspective more kindly and fairly rather than trying to determine who is a winner or loser in their ideals.

As a musician, I came to understand that a work of music was far more powerful when everyone was using their individual instrument or voice to their own personal best, while learning how to blend and harmonize it with everyone else around them.  When we were all able to achieve that together, the result was transformational for the audience and for us as musicians because together we created something far more amazing than any one of us would have been able to create alone- and we were all winners in the process.  No one had to be a loser in order for everyone to be a winner.  A collaboration that honors individual and diverse contributions creates a more beautiful gestalt.

One candle can light thousands of other candles, and it doesn't need to be extinguished in order for another candle to be lit.  If we can help light each other's candle, without diminishing our own or anyone else's, we can create a world that is less about competition and more about cooperation. When more people can see themselves as winners through mutual collaboration rather than through creating enemies or losers, we can work toward creating even more peace and abundance for all people rather than just a few.

This abundant sphere was designed to be shared for mutual benefit.  The ocean touches millions of people on thousands of shores without bias or deference for one shore or one people.  Can we find our bodies, made of 75% water to adopt the same level of welcoming as the ocean does at every shore?  The air we breathe is shared by all and we must find ways to continually make it clean and healthy while also working with industries that support our other wants and comforts.  While we think we own the land, it is only cultivated and built upon by people for certain durations of time, but it is mother nature and larger planetary forces which ultimately determine what is kept and destroyed over time, making it even more important to be in touch with how we all share our natural resources with each other and with the world at large.

I am grateful to have traveled the world as a witness to the many ways we can live cooperatively by recognizing ways to balance the many different needs of people and the planet.  I look forward to more of that awareness increasing with the hope that societies and governments around the world can become less focused on competition and more focused on collaboration.

Denver Public Library by Michael Graves - Travel Log

posted on: October 4, 2016

In a downtown full of grey colonial and modern glass buildings, the Denver Public Library stands out like a cartoon character of whimsey and fun!  It makes sense that Michael Graves would be the architect to create something so bold and and full of crayon box features.

Denver Public Library Exterior Architecture

The fun doesn't stop at the exterior.  Check out what how the Kid's Program area ceiling was turned into a permanent circus tent...

Denver Public Library Kids Program Area 01

The real treat for me was seeing this fully wooden peg constructed mine shaft build into the top round portion of the building, which reminds Denver locals of the mining heritage that helped put this town on the map.

Denver Public Library Mine Shaft

 If you find yourself in Denver, definitely stop in and wander this fabulous public space!

Denver Public Library Exterior Architecture Detail

All photos in this post were taken on my iPhone and use is permitted with attribution from WikiMedia.

Historic Brown Palace Hotel, Denver, CO - Travel Log

posted on: September 27, 2016

While visiting other cities, one of my favorite things to do is to check out historic architecture to see what still remains of an era gone by, and the Brown Palace Hotel in Denver, CO did not disappoint...

Brown Palace Hotel Atrium Balconies

Upon walking into the atrium, I looked up and my jaw dropped in awe.  The iron work of the balconies, the under arch sconces, the carved woodwork, but most impressive was of course the delicate stained glass ceiling.  This is one of those sites that I could spend days documenting every little detail - getting lost in the subtleties and craftsmanship.

Grand Staircase Detail in Brown Palace Hotel

It could be considered the Flat Iron of Denver, based on the extreme corner angle it takes in its downtown location.

Brown Palace Hotel Exterior Flat Iron Corner Facade

I had to grab one more detailed image of that amazing stained glass ceiling... the detail is just phenomenal...

Brown Palace Hotel Atrium Stained Glass Ceiling

All photos in this post were taken on my iPhone and use is permitted with attribution from  WikiMedia.

Everybody's Mission - Historical Research

posted on: June 23, 2016

My great-grandfather was known to many in his community as Rev. O. O. Watson, a superintendent of Everybody's Mission in Pittsburgh, PA.  To my family, he was known as Orville Ory Watson.  In my search to learn more about my great-grandfather, I've uncovered many historical mentions of his missionary service to the people of Pittsburgh, PA and to all who happened to come upon the services of Everybody's Mission along their journey.  This blog post is my ongoing curation of historical records of the timeline, mentions, and services of Everybody's Mission with links to the accounts and records as found online:

July 1911 Charter, constitution, by-laws, doctrines, disciplines, and ritual of Everybody's Mission at Pittsburgh, PA.,0,

Everybody's Mission Charter by O. O. Watson

1911 Everybody’s Mission Girl's Home: 19 Kenova St., Mt. Washington
Reference Article:
Girls Home Dedicated. Everybody's Mission Plans Rescue Work for Young Women

1912 Everybody's Mission: 1615 Fifth Ave, Pittsburgh, PA

  • "Everybody's Mission; Brother and Sister Smith, Pastors, 1615 Fifth Ave.,Pittsburg, Pa. Monday, 2:30 and 7:30 P.M.,... Everybody's Mission; Brother and Sister Smith, 161,5 Fifth Ave., Pittsburg, Pa. Saturday, 2:30 and 7:30 and all day Sunday; and Monday, 2:30 P. M." quoted from "My Triennial Circuit" by W. B. Godbey
1912  Everybody's Mission: 235 Fourth Ave, Pittsburgh, PA
Reference Articles:

1920's "The Road to Ruin- A Tale of Two Men" by Robert Booth
God's Missionary Standard, August 2009
"One day, a few people from Everybody’s Mission1 in Pittsburgh knocked on the door of great-grandparents home and invited them to come to church. Louis didn’t go, but Dorothy did and she was converted. Dorothy and the Mission began to earnestly pray for her alcoholic husband who was on the road to ruin. They prayed for several years without seeing any results. I wish I knew more details about the event, but I do know that Louis William King got gloriously saved. My grandmother tells the story that their home was instantly transformed. The alcohol was gone, the dysfunctional systems were gone, life was dramatically different.  
Everybody’s Mission began to work with this family, and even trained Louis to preach, using him at the Mission. The Mission also had a preaching point about 25 miles away in Clinton, PA where they sent my great-grandfather in 1921. Lives were changed and the message of Holiness was spread throughout that little community. While he was there, Louis felt led to start the Tri-State Holiness Association Camp Meeting, otherwise known as Clinton Camp in 1925. The camp has been instrumental over these many years in the salvation and sanctification of many. I am grateful that my great-grandfather found God and he got off the road to ruin. Otherwise, one can only wonder how the story would have ended for my family.....Several key ingredients helped my great-grandparents find Jesus. First of all was the fervent praying of the Chris- tians from Everybody’s Mission. They didn’t give up even when Louis made no move toward God for several years.  They kept on praying. We can’t give up even when we don’t see any positive steps being taken in the lives of the people that we are praying for. We must fight harder and pray longer for our communities in which we live and minister. Time is of the essence—keep praying! 
Secondly I find it interesting that the folks developed a personal friendship with my great-grandparents. They did- n’t just invite them once, they kept on coming back and getting personally involved in the lives of my family. I am grateful they didn’t give up. The Mission’s staff taught my great-grandparents what it was to be a Christian and that made all of difference in their lives." 
1930? - Advocate, Volumes 83-85, Advocate Publishing House, 1988.  "Thomas felt the call to the ministry.  He was the first licensed by "Everybody's Mission" in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.  Rev. E. G. Marsh from God's Bible School was asked to lay hands on Thomas and commit him to the work of the Lord."'s+mission%22+pittsburgh&dq=%22everybody's+mission%22+pittsburgh&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwj6xLWQ17rNAhWCYiYKHSY3DI8Q6AEINjAC

Spring 1930 -  Thomas E. Hermiz Accounts of Everybody's Mission...
 Passing The Torch Article in Advocate Dec 1988
Click to Read Full Article from Advocate Dec. 1988,
Archived at Wisconsin Historical Society 

"The Trials & Triumphs of Thomas E. Hermiz"
Thomas E. Hermiz Autobiography:

"It was after moving back into Pittsburgh proper, on Fifth Avenue in the Soho area, that Ibegan to attend Everybody’s Mission on Chatham Street. 
Two great blessings came into my life as a result of attending Everybody’s Mission. One was the fact that here the Wesleyan teaching of entire sanctification was clearly taught; the other was the fact that through attendance at this mission I became acquainted with God’s Bible School in Cincinnati, Ohio, where I later went.

While others have resisted a call to preach and go away to college or Bible school to study for the ministry, I was just the opposite. Once I sensed that God wanted me to preach I was anxious to go away to some Bible school and study the Bible in depth. Off and on I would attend various meetings and conventions of the Christian and Missionary Alliance. I attended many of their youth rallies especially. I aspired to attend their Bible school at Nyack on the Hudson. However, when I sent in my application, I was rejected since I did not have a high school education. This greatly disturbed me, and I felt somewhat rebellious in my heart. But I never stopped loving the Lord and continued to study the Bible and was faithful in my devotions.

I had quit working at the foundry and was now working in a wholesale drug house in Pittsburgh. I formed the habit of reading the Bible on my knees before going to work. About this time when I was having this struggle over not getting to go to Bible school, I was reading in the Psalms. This particular morning I was reading Psalm 32 on my knees. When I came to the 8th verse something happened to me, for it said, “I will instruct thee and teach thee in the way which thou shalt go: I will guide thee with mine eyes.” It was all I needed. Something within me gave way completely to the will of God. I have never had a controversy with God since then. There was a difference in my life as the Spirit of God seemed to take a new control of my will and affections. God filled me with His Spirit that day. Even those at work seemed to sense something different about me, though they had known me as a born-again Christian for about a year. I seemed to have gained poise as a result of this experience.

Answering the Call to Preach

I had sensed a call to preach for some time and at the time I shrank from it. However, with the hunger to know and understand the Bible I began to wish to pass on to others that which I was gaining in Bible knowledge. This was one reason I was so eager to go to Bible school. As I became established in my faith and Christian experience, I was also having opportunities to speak at young people’s meetings, at cottage prayer meetings, at missions, and once in a while at street meetings.

A year or two before my conversion I had an interesting experience with a street meeting. It was Saturday evening, and I had gone to a movie on Butler Street. It was still early, and I knew there was another movie house several blocks up on Butler Street. So I started walking in that direction. About half way between these two theaters I came across a crowd of people on a corner. There was hymn singing and testifying. This attracted me, and I stood watching from a sense of curiosity. As they were about to close the meeting, they asked for a show of hands for those who wanted prayer. A number raised their hands, and so did I. Then I went on to the second movie. This, as far as I can remember, was the first time I had ever made such a move toward God, and I’m not sure that I fully understood what I was doing. Several years later I found out that this group, mostly young people, was from the Northside Christian and Missionary Alliance on Arch Street. I had the privilege of going out with this group in street meetings and doing some of my first preaching.

At Everybody’s Mission I was being used from time to time. In the summer I had the opportunity of speaking to the young people. I suggested that we go out in the yard for our meeting since it was a nice evening out. The Mission was a converted dwelling at that time on Chatham Street, across from a YWCA. So I stood on the porch and preached salvation, and because I did so want the passersby to get the message, I preached as loudly as I could. The board of Everybody’s Mission was in session in an upstairs room of the mission. They also heard me preaching and decided to give me a license to preach. (This was the summer before I went to Bible school, and a year later they ordained me when I was home for the summer. In my ordination at Everybody’s Mission I had the distinct privilege of having in attendance Rev. E. G. Marsh, professor at God’s Bible School. He happened to be in the area of Pittsburgh and was to bring a message at the mission. Brother Watson asked him to lay hands on me and offer the ordination prayer, which he did. Later, when I transferred to the Churches of Christ in Christian Union, this ordination was fully accepted. Former students of G.B.S. will especially appreciate this fact of Brother Marsh’s involvement.)

I have already mentioned that by attending this mission I became acquainted with God’s Bible School in Cincinnati. At that time it was possible for the school to have many of the stu- dents work their way through school right at the school. So I sent my application in to the school in the Spring of 1930. What a thrill it was to receive a letter of acceptance as a work student!

The Sunday before I was to leave for Cincinnati, Rev. O. O. Watson, the Superintendent of Everybody’s Mission, asked me to preach in the afternoon service, which would be a sort of a farewell service. On Saturday evening before this I was eating at a Syrian-Lebanese restaurant on Wylie Avenue. My father and I frequently ate there. Several others were eating there, and I began a conversation with two men who were sitting at this long table. Both were either Syrian or Lebanese. I witnessed to them and told them of the fact that I was preaching the next afternoon at this mission, which was fairly close. The one was very attentive and interested, but the other was a skeptic and soon started an argument on evolution. I felt that my witness had gone down the drain. However, the next afternoon, to my surprise, the more receptive gentleman walked into the mission. I have no record of what I preached on that afternoon, but I felt let down. 
After I preached, Brother Watson opened the service for testimonies. Several testified and
again I was surprised to see this Syrian gentleman stand to his feet. In my mind I thought, “Well, like so many from Bible lands, he has some opinion to give” (Oh ye of little faith!). His testimony went something like this: He told of our conversation of the night before in the restaurant; then he said, “I went to the rooming house where I stay; I took a bath and casually laid on my bed. I began to think of our conversation at the restaurant with Thomas. I began to think about God and tears began to come to my eyes. I got on my knees and prayed and gave my heart to God, and now I feel so much better.” To say that I was amazed is putting it mildly! Where I felt a failure and defeated in my witness the night before, the Holy Spirit had taken over and blessed the little effort I had put forth. It was a great lesson that I’ve had to learn many times."
1931 Everybody's Mission: 64 Chatham St, Pittsburgh, PA

October 9, 1931 - Pittsburgh Press - Mission Convention Opens

February 10, 1934 - Pittsburgh Press - Church Activities: Rev. Harvey Loper

1937  Everybody's Mission Mention in Except from U.S. Steel News, Page 27

February 19, 1941 Everybody's Mission Mention in Rev. Ory O. Watson Obituary:

Everybody's Mission mentions outside of Pittsburgh:

  • 1878 Rochdale, United Kingdom. "The Salvation Army first commenced its work in the town of Rochdale in 1878.  They took over the local Theatre for four Sundays, but after the third they were not allowed the use of it any longer due to the damage that had been caused by those in attendance!  They moved to the Wash House and continued from there.  After three changes of leadership, Captain Polly Perkins and Lieutenant Marion Smith closed the work down - in 1878!  The converts joined with the 'Everybody's Mission'.  Eventually the members of the mission appealed to General William Booth to open up the work of The Salvation Army in Rochdale again, and if he did so, the members of the mission would become Salvationists and stand by the Army.  So it was on Sunday 12th March 1882  The Salvation Army 'opened fire' in Rochdale.  The first premises, or 'Citadel', was the Old Rink on Castlemere Street.  This spacious building was packed night after night with many experiencing conversion. " Quoted from:
  • 1915 Weymouth Twp, New Jersey. "Everybody's Mission Church: A large group of residents wanted a Pentecostal Mission. These families included the Josephsons, Clemensons, Seelmans and Richerts, among other. They built their meeting house in 1915, east of the Episcopal Church. Meetings were officiated by visiting ministers, and sometimes by their own members, including the Clemensons and Josephsons. Everybody's Mission held services for a number of years, but as families moved away and others joined the Lutheran group, the church fell into disrepair.   About 1961, an active Lutheran group (Bethlehem Evangelical Lutheran Church of Dorothy) which had been meeting at Everybody's Mission Church suggested purchasing the rundown Episcopal Church from the Diocese of New Jersey for a token price of $100. The Lutheran group was active and began to maintain the building. They first added a new roof, which was needed as the former one had been installed in the 1930's when I was in college.  Weymouth Township received a grant from the state in 1993 to rehabilitate the Mission as a landmark. The grant covered the expenses involved in moving the structure behind the Municipal Building and making improvements to it. A basement was dug and a new roof installed. The windows were also replaced. Although constructed of pinewood, rather than cedar, the building remained structurally sound, with no termite damage. On July 4, 1993, the building was dedicated and named the "Grandmom Seelman Youth Center". Scouts and other groups now have a permanent place to hold their meetings." Quoted from:

  • 1917 - Newport News, VA. "By 1904, Michaux had saved enough money to open his own seafood and poultry business as a well as a dancing school. There he met Mary Eliza Pauline, an orphaned older woman whom he married in 1906. 
        Five years later, the prosperous entrepreneur built a 3-story home off Pinkett's Beach at the foot of Ivy Avenue, where the childless couple began raising two of Michaux's younger sisters. He also began embracing the influence of his wife's increasingly passionate religious convictions, including her missionary forays into the poorest, roughest parts of town to kneel and pray at the feet of drunks, prostitutes and other sinners. 
        Not until a lucrative government contract drew him to Hopewell in 1917, however, did Michaux erect a small white-frame church for his wife, who named it "Everybody's Mission." Within a year he was ordained in the Church of Christ (Holiness). 
        "He loved her - and she told him what she thought God wanted him to do," says historian Lillian Ashcraft-Eason, who grew up in the church before making it the subject of a book and a College of William Mary doctoral dissertation. 
        "And like everything else Elder Michaux did, once he decided to do it he did it with a lot of passion." 
        That zeal helps explain why - following the end of World War I and their return to Newport News - Michaux and his wife spent 3 months preaching on the street with no more shelter than a sheet of canvas. 
        It also sheds light on how fast the church took shape, moving in 15 months from a rented storefront to a new 3-story structure housing not just a sanctuary but also offices, apartments, a grocery, a cafe and a savings bank aimed at members. 
        Most of these people were "poor, propertyless and without formal schooling," Ashcraft-Eason says. And they came to Michaux as much for material help as his grasp of the Gospel." Quoted from April 29, 2013, Newport News article "Newport News preacher redefined the black church" written by Mark St. John Erickson
  • 1917 - Newport News, VA. "By 1917, Lightfoot had become a prosperous businessman, working out of Newport News, Norfolk and Petersburg, VA and securing large government contracts.

    Continuing his success, Lightfoot opened an additional business in Hopewell, Virginia, where both he and Mrs. Michaux later moved since the seafood business had become so lucrative.

    Although Lightfoot traveled to Hopewell mainly for business purposes, God had another purpose for his life – that purpose was to make Lightfoot a “fisherman of men”. So God spoke to Lightfoot through the book of St John 4:35-36 which states: “Say ye not there are yet four months, and then cometh harvest? Behold, I say unto you, Lift up your eyes, and look on the fields: for they are white already to harvest. And he that reapeth, recieveth wages, and gathereth fruit unto life eternal: that both he that soweth and he the reapeth may
    rejoice together.”

    Thus the Elder began to preach in Hopewell, Virginia in a little mission church called “Everybody’s Mission”, which the Elder had built himself. Before reading St John 4:35, 36, the Elder was not convinced that the Lord had called him to preach: therefore, Mrs. Michaux taught the word, and guest ministers preached.

    Later, the Elder, himself, began to preach, secure in the knowledge that God had truly call him. By early 1919, Hopewell’s population had declined speedily, due to the cessation of World War I and the inevitable collapse of the seafood business: consequently, the Elder and his wife returned to Newport News, Virginia, still a thriving, growing town.

    Arriving in Newport News, Virginia in 1919, the Elder prayed to God for several month concerning the course God would have him take. Desiring to be absolutely certain that God was leading him, the Elder-like Gideon of Old- Put out a “fleece” to God, saying, “God, if you will give me 150 souls in Newport News, I will know that you want me to begin a work here” God accepted the “Fleece”; the evidence is history."  Quoted from
  • 1917 - Newport News, VA. "The church that was built had a small, white frame. The DuPont Company donated the land for the church. The church was interracial, nondenominational, and evangelical. She named it “Everybody’s Mission.” This church was very successful in its nightly worship service, conducted by visiting elders and Mary Michaux.
    At his wife’s insistence, Michaux began attending church again on a regular basis. To him religion and business were not in harmony, according to his experiences that were rooted in the Protestant tradition. However, in 1917 and in 1918 he was licensed and ordained in the Church of Christ (Holiness) U.S.A, receiving counsel from Elder W. C. Handy, a Church of Christ preacher, advising him on scriptural interpretation, pastoral duties, and church doctrine and practices. As an ordained evangelist, he had the authority to pastor Everybody’s Mission, and the church became a Church of Christ affiliate."
  • February 26, 1921 - Newport News, VA. "From the ministry of Lightfoot Solomon Michaux, a flamboyant evangelist, who soon after his conversion in 1917, had been impressed that he was to become leader of a new church.  This dream was destined to become reality on February 26, 1921, when-refusing reassignment in the Church of Christ (Holiness)-- Michaux established the Gospel Spreading Tabernacle Building Association with his own Everybody's Mission of Newport News, Virginia, as centerpiece." quoted from A guide to the study of the holiness movement.'s+mission%22+pittsburgh&dq=%22everybody's+mission%22+pittsburgh&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwj6xLWQ17rNAhWCYiYKHSY3DI8Q6AEIQTAF

  • 1932 - Detroit, MI. "Robert Ramsey, who runs Everybody's Mission on Grand River Avenue, Detroit."  quoted from the Michigan Christian Advocate, Volume 59, Issue 8, p. 17's+mission%22+pittsburgh&dq=%22everybody's+mission%22+pittsburgh&hl=en&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwj6xLWQ17rNAhWCYiYKHSY3DI8Q6AEIRjAG
  • December 1936 - 375 Green St., Spartanburg, South Carolina.  "Charles H. Williams who organized mission and is now in charge is originally from Washington, D. C. and is an employee of Southern R. R. Shops, having been transferred here.  While he lived in Washington he was associated with Dr. E. A. Martin who has a mission known as "Everybody's Mission."  When Mr. Williams moved here, Dr. Martin sent him seventy-five chairs, a piano, stove, and $25.00 with which to establish a mission in Spartanburg. The mission has no building but rents an old store, paying $5.00 a month rent.  Present membership, 38; present head of mission, Charles Henry Williams, Box 52, Drayton. Records: Hattie Helms, Secretary, Snake Rd, Spartenburgh, S.C. Custodian: Willis Brown, Drayton."  Quoted from WPA Survey: Church Records Form

  • November 28, 1958 - 1292 Franklin Avenue, Franklin, PA. "Mr. and Mrs. J. Alfred Fullerton put the finishing touches on a large scenic mural which they recently completed on the wall at the back of the sanctuary in Everybody's Mission, 1292 Franklin Avenue. The painting will be dedicated at special services Sunday at 2:30 p. rri. (News-Herald Photo) - ' "  Dedication Of Painting Set For Sunday at Mission A large 14 by nine and one-half foot religious mural, painted by a husband and wife evangelistic team, will be dedicated during special services in Everybody's Mission Sunday afternoon. The mural, which covers the John 1:14 and the two hymns,! "Safe in the Arms of Jesus" and "Rock of Ages."
  • Date Unknown. Chicago, IL. "Chapter III
    Choosing a Life Work 
    EMINENTLY practical in all matters of 
    business, Mr. Cook knew that in the bat- 
    tle against ignorance and wickedness 
    " the sinews of war " are as needful as in any 
    other campaign; missions need money as well 
    as faith and consecration, and he kept on 
    down town, extending the mail-order busi- 
    ness so that there might be no financial short- 
    age on North Avenue. He recalled young 
    Bent from Wheaton, and the two worked to- 
    gether harmoniously for several years. Out 
    of business hours Mr. Cook continued his 
    Sunday-school teaching and mission work. 
    Everybody's Mission grew and prospered. 
    In the course of time it seemed advisable to 
    get away from the rather undesirable environ- 
    ment. A lot was leased on a street near by 
    and a building erected, chiefly at Mr. Cook's 
    expense. There was a large attendance every 
    Sunday, between three and four hundred 
    " regulars," though the enrollment was much 
    Without aid from any church or society, 
    Mr. Cook maintained and financed this school 
    until churches were organized in the neigh- 
    borhood and able to take over the work. Be- 
    sides Everybody's Mission, he organized 
    and superintended the North Avenue Mission, 
    the Lake View Mission and the Lake View 
    Union Sunday School. Much of the time for 
    ten years he superintended two schools, and 
    some of the time three schools, each Sunday. 
    Superintendents and teachers in modern 
    Sunday-schools can have little understanding 
    of the difficulties Mr. Cook had to meet and 
    master in carrying on his work for the under- 
    privileged people of Chicago during the re- 
    construction period immediately following 
    the great fire. All were poor, many were 
    illiterate, some were embittered by their 
    losses. Saloons and gambling dens preyed 
    upon their scanty resources, leaving them 
    robbed of money and wounded in self-re- 
    spect. Naturally, these destructive agencies 
    feared and hated the work which the missions 
    were doing, and, as has been said, they now 
    (54) "quoted from Memoirs: David C. Cook, the friend of the Sunday School"

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