I have visited many churches over the years.
Some of them have been modern and tidy, while others were old and ruined, all tumbled walls and ivy covered stones. Some have been big majestic affairs, full of stained glass and flying buttresses. Others have been of a smaller design, tiny cloisters for the meekest of hermits.
A few of these churches, I have known because of family or friends who worshipped there.
Most, I will admit, I have visited as curiosities, because I have a love of history and architecture, and the village church is so often the pivot upon which both of those interests turn.
There are some beautiful old churches out there that I’d still like to visit some day. I know I’ll walk their grounds for hours if given the opportunity.
And then there are those things that look like repurposed convention centers, complete with giant video…
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