This is the tale of two churches.
One is in rural Florida, at the end of a sandy road near the Georgia border, in a clearing on an oak ridge where the primary sounds are trees rustling and birds chirping.
The other is in the heart of St. Augustine, across the street from the town square where trolleys roll by with clanging bells and tour guides telling tourists about the city’s history.
One is a purposefully plain structure, built in the 1950s void of all ornamentation. The other is a beautiful old building, renowned for its 28 stained glass windows, one a signed Tiffany.