The Slow Church
Near the front of our main building sit two rather mysterious slabs of concrete with pink and green paint on the top. They are benches dropped off some 5 years ago by a woman who thought they might make a nice addition to the church. We talked about it at our next elders’ meeting. Not everyone was convinced we needed benches, though we all allowed they might be nice. One person wasn’t crazy about the colored paint. Others didn’t mind it. The general consensus was that someone should probably figure out how to put the benches together and do it. A year or so later, it was brought up again. There wasn’t much energy for the project, but again we agreed that someone should probably go ahead and put those benches together. Another year went by. The concrete blocks sank softly into the earth, the way things do when they sit in one place for long time....READ THE REST at HighCallingBlogs.com


Elegant
You have lifted my melancholy just a bit with this story, on the very day it needed some lifting. Thank you, seriously. If could learn this attitude I think my life would be better. Your Church seems as if it would be a great haven in which to heal. That first photo, looks so inviting just to walk into and be thoughtful for a while.