Today at work I had about 300 kids in my church and you could hear a pin drop - it was incredible. I love being a Sexton. I also learned a bit more about my building; a few years ago the east wall of the original church had to be restored and the masons removed each stone, numbered them, did the repair work and then rebuilt the wall exactly the way it had been...I find that a profound testimony to human resilience but it's also such a cool metaphor for the ultimate fallibility of the human church. A long time ago someone had a dream to build a beautiful symbol of worship to a God that loved everyone (if you did things 'right' anyway...like put this brick there,put that brick here). You know, so much love, so much posturing...the walls hold for a time, quite a long time till we think we even need them; but when the walls start to break down, the human design starts to fail....rather than find a new, better way to rebuild, rather than take the original dream of community worship and make it work today, we decide it would be best to make the same mistakes again. Put the bricks back in the same place, though they crumbled and fell and actually separated us from people, not brought us all together. Kind of a negative interpretation, but one way to look at it...
Who's the one rambling now? I love history, architecture and theology (among other things) so this job is great. Plus I get to explore the bell tower, which is amazingly fantastic. I plan to photograph it, once I clean out all the pigeon shit.
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