Gethsemane Lutheran Church

For years I have loved this gothic style church with its beautiful blue stained glass windows.

At night it truly is a beautiful sight. The February day I went to snapshot this location, my bestie friend Connie went with me. We walked around the open area of the church among others enjoying the beautiful day.

Bordering the church are Highway 183 and the Austin SPCA. Across the bustle of the roadway, through the pillars of the fly-over is Red Lobster.

Even in the calm of a Sunday afternoon, the world outside the church is audibly noticeable. However, a certain serene atmosphere exists.

Surely, the presence of the Lord is in this place, a beautiful song comes to mind. Imagine my surprise when I saw the name of the church on its billboard.

In my first of 52 weekly profiles of area churches was the original Gethsemane Lutheran Church which is now the library for the Texas Historic Library. What an amazing coincidence. Built in 1962, this new location was once a cotton field. Above each entrance are tile mosaics with pictures and scripture references. My favorite of the 2 is the grape vine with John 15:5: I am the vine; you are the branches. If you remain in me and I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.

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