Our landscape is littered with ruins telling us stories of other times. They are like old photos found deep in the heart of some forgotten album. Who doesn’t like to stay a while at such places and imagine what it would have been like to live when such places were full of life and living. The church was once at the epicentre of life for many people. It gave them hope. We cannot imagine the poverty many of these people endured. They needed the church and all that the church represented. Nowadays, it’s not our faith that is gone. It’s our need for faith that has withdrawn. Most people no longer see a need to believe. Maybe our poverty has just shifted position, and remains elsewhere?
Ruins of a Church This stone-bone wreck is a ship sinking-slow into a sea it once sailed upon to save the drowning and gather those who longed to cross with sails filled-full of hope. This stone-bone wreck sinks now because its flesh has long-since gone ashore to find a better day and a plot to build a life upon. Jesus died risen or not we need to get over that, we need to grow wise – nothing is empty, everything is full of meaning, the ship was never the point, nor the written but the spoken transforms as it fills the place made for it. As always dust becomes the measure of time. This stone-bone wreck of a church has given-up, its spirit held too long by those who fear the sinking-slow and the life ahead.