This is a painting I did of my church - the church where I spent the first 40+ years of my life. I got to know God there, my babies were baptized there, I was married there, I prayed and laughed and cried there. I sang in every choir there. It was home. Now it's a community theater. At the top there are angels in the clouds. At the base there is a verse from Exodus : Take off your sandals for the place where you are standing is holy ground. ( There are too many prayers suspended within its walls not to be.)
I have a new church now and it is a wonderful place - but there's no place like home. . .
I have a new church now and it is a wonderful place - but there's no place like home. . .
Diane,
ReplyDeleteI think it is always sad when a church is closed. On Sea Isle City, NJ, a summer resort community, a Methodist church had to close because of the exorbitant prices of the land. I attend church at St. Josephs in Sea Isle and I remember our priest commenting at morning Mass about how sad he felt to see it close. Now the building has been reopened as a real estate office. It seems sort of sacrilegious to me. The Methodist church will be rebuilt on the mainland close to where we live.