text and images britt-arnhild
Like everywhere else in Norway, the tiny little village of Moi, south west in Norway, has its own church. A typical whitepainted, wooden church, built on the edge of the lake. The church is surrounded by the graveyard park where we regularly visit the graves of Terje´s little brother who died when still a toddler, and mother in law who died some years ago.
People in Norway love their churches.
Untill a year ago The Church of Norway was a state church. This is changing, in a slow, important process. Still a great majority of the Norwegians are members, though fewer and fewer are to be seen in church during Sunday mass.
The church is a place for joy and for sorrow.
A place for art in words, music and colours.
A place for worship and prayers.
But most of all the church is
The House of God.
