Bethlehem Lutheran Church is located in a small, rural town in Northern Minnesota called Frazee. It may not look like a lot, but this is where I would find myself on Sunday’s with my entire family. It holds a place in my heart and means so much to me because this is where I first heard my grandfather sing. Sitting in the pews, even if I wasn’t anywhere near him, the vaulted ceilings carried his voice throughout the space. I was young when we attended this church, and at the time, I didn’t think that it would have the significance that it now does. My grandfather passed away in April, and I would do anything to walk into the church and to hear him singing because I know that if I could, I wouldn’t take it for granted ever again.