The Chapel along the way | A single room with a stove, a Bible, a chalkboard, and a door that was almost never locked. People didn’t come because of programs or polish. They came because it was there — a steady place in a wide and unpredictable world. Travelers who found one after miles of dust and silence felt something shift inside them. Relief first. Then safety. Then that quiet sense that they had stepped into a room where human lives had gathered and prayed and hoped. A place that welcomed without watching, offered shelter without questions, and held space without demanding anything in return. That’s the heart behind this chapel. A small, steady place along the road. Open to whoever wanders in. Not trying to be everything — just trying to be here. A place for prayer, for rest, for a word of blessing, for a moment to breathe. A place where the light stays on for travelers, seekers, and anyone who needs a pause on the way.