I walked through this Church many years ago. I wanted to picture my great-grandparent’s wedding in 1890. I wanted to picture myself sitting through a Church service led by my great-great-grandfather, Jeremiah Mark Carvell, PhD, Pastor there from November 1885 thru November 1891. My great-grandparents met there. My great-grandfather sang there. Their cousins went there, as did their aunts and uncles. Members of my family were married there and others buried from there. This was a family Church in the middle of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, just blocks from the State Capitol and the Railroad Station.
The Fourth Street Church of God in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania was one of the last Churches that my ancestor served as Pastor. The Church no longer belongs to the Church of God; attendance had dwindled and the congregation sold their beautiful edifice for financial reasons. Last week (26 April 2015) they closed their doors permanently. Attendance had dwindled and growth was not seen. I cry for them; I cry for my ancestors who depended on this Church for their support, solace and edification. This Church that was once a cornerstone in the community, now gone.
Many reasons can be given for it’s demise and I can think of several, however, it doesn’t matter why, it just matters. I wish we had taken a Sunday and driven there just to say I had worshipped in the same Church so many of my ancestors did. Lesson learned. Nothing is permanent. Nothing lasts forever.
From Jeremiah and his daughters, Rosa and Carrie, and Edwin and his sister Katie, and Edwin’s Uncle’s family, and Katie’s family when she married, and Edwin’s maiden Aunts Harriet and Susannah, and their parents Philip and Mary, and finally from me, we bid you Farewell, and God’s Blessings for your Congregation.
What a void this must leave in a Community and a Congregation! I weep with you and pray for you.