This was the fate of thousands of dollars and hundreds of man hours of volunteer labor, all given "to the glory of God".
And of course the answer to that question is, "Who knows?" Our call is to be faithful, not prognosticators or soothsayers interpreting and discerning the will of God.
So today (Sunday) I finished my weekend construction job about one o'clock. I went to the new commercial office space our Mission just rented and decided I'd get a jump start on the remodeling.
I "kept the fast" even though I didn't go to Church because I had to finish the job this weekend. By noon I was shaky. (I'm standing on the blog streetcorner, yes...) There was no way I was going to do demolition for the rest of the day on a "BLT without the B". I stopped and ate two hot dogs at Circle K and went to the new office space St. John's rented. There's a few walls that have to be removed to open it up for a sanctuary. These were the first two that had to go.
The Mission has survived seven years of clerical delusion, neglect, abuse, and lay and clerical dysfunctional leadership. But it still exists in spite of all of the issues and problems. In the end there was no schism, everyone who left has returned and is looking forward. That in itself is a miracle.
Moving to a commercial office space from a "real church building" may be a step backward by all measures of "progress", but a step forward by all measures of "faithfulness in the small things" by a community of people that love each other enough to wander in the wilderness together and endure the humanity of the Church and the severity of the hand of God that is preparing us for something we do not understand and cannot comprehend.
And yes, it has occurred to me that even the last line of this post will probably come back and bite me too. Oh well. What else is new.