Finding a church in disrepair is always unsettling, yet fascinating. Entering sacred places, once held in esteem, now fallen into rubble and tatters, their inner dignity exposed, I find most revealing. It is as if the neglected fabric of the building speaks. Not less of the word of God, perhaps more.
Monday, November 8, 2010
confession
Finding a church in disrepair is always unsettling, yet fascinating. Entering sacred places, once held in esteem, now fallen into rubble and tatters, their inner dignity exposed, I find most revealing. It is as if the neglected fabric of the building speaks. Not less of the word of God, perhaps more.
