On the road to pick up the kids from school, there sits this old church. The cornerstone read 1881.
The stained glass windows framed with the peeling paint was what lured me here.
I have sensed an urgency in getting these pictures.
The new church was built 3 or 4 years ago and this one stands beside it, neglected and falling apart. The sagging roof will cave during the next harsh winter we have.
I nosed around the building trying different doors to see if I could get inside. (I know! Breaking and Entering would not be a good thing.)
The cellar was open but it was way too creepy. I took 4 steps in slowly and retreated in two big jumps.
My heart breaks that this building wasn’t loved after its usefullness was gone. Am I the only person who really sees this building when they drive by?
But I guess, I would have never stopped if this was a beautiful, new building. That’s just not my thing.
Buildings just aren’t made with beauty in mind anymore. I attend a church that looks like a warehouse from the outside. (I love my church family and the building serves its purpose but there is no beauty there.)
Towns built beautiful churches because those buildings were important to them. It represented more to them than it does to us now.
Did someone actually ring this bell to call the people to worship? How many people came and went from this place not knowing it would one day sit empty and alone?
I think I will give them a call and see if someone will let me in to take pictures before it is gone. I’ll let you know.