Within the building a musty odor clings to the air,
There are cracks on the ceiling,
The nave has been closed for years
because so much of it is unsafe.
Every penny we have goes to the roof
and all other repairs.
But I remember running through the balconies,
Sunday school lessons with many children
My father’s rich voice from the altar –
and others before and since,
the beautiful organ with all those pipes
and the music it stirred within the soul.
Couples have married here, babes baptized,
countless communions, church dinners,
fairs, thrift shops, and food pantry days.
Now the congregation as dwindled
so many being in their elder years
members for thirty or more years
wanting to die here as they lived here but
the organ is silenced – no money for repairs
What is a church really?
A place of worship
or a place to be worshipped?
A place for the few
or a place where the few
give to many – spreading the faith
that has brought them such comfort.
We may be the few now –
but God and his grand plan
are calling us – asking us to listen
to the depths of our hearts.
To know that just as Jesus died on the cross,
disciples were executed and exiled,
and even today, some Christians have to hide
in the woods, basements, away from prying eyes,
to practice the religion- without books or other paraphernalia
– we have been privileged to have this building.
A church need not be a fortress
holding people in, keeping people out.
Imposing, Magnificent, Intimidating.
Jesus authorized his disciples to go forth
with just the clothes on their backs,
taking nothing with them as they
proclaimed his message to the world.
But we would not get far
with these boards and mortar on our backs
our voices would be crushed by the stones.
Jesus said take nothing.
But a church is not a building, it is the people
and what those people are doing
to strengthen their faith
and to make the hard decisions.
What would Christ have us do?
That is where Christianity lies.