By: Nathan Elder
As a child, I recall sitting on a rickety old pew in my church, the colorful sunlight warming me as it streamed through the stained glass. Before me stood my father, passionately preaching from the pulpit about our community's love, and dreaming of a new building we would one day call home.
When the groundbreaking ceremony finally arrived, we inscribed prayers on fresh concrete floors, and explored the framed timbers before the walls were clad in drywall. The grand opening was a spectacle. The entire congregation, led by a police escort, marched from our old building's steps to the new site's parking lot. It was a momentous occasion in our small town.