...but it’s more — much more. It is a place where people can come together in a collective worship; a place to learn; a place to grow. After all, farms were made to grow things.
The barn had been sitting here for years. To some it was a landmark, to others an eyesore, just a home for pigeons and a stray cat or two. “Tear it down!” some said. “It’s not good for anything. It’s an embarrassment to the community. Look at those holes in the walls. Even the foundation itself is badly cracked, and you know what they say about a faulty foundation. There’s no hope of it ever being restored.”
And so we passed it day after day, looking at its hopeless helplessness.
Then one day someone observed, “There’s good in those walls, there’s still strength in those supports. I believe there’s hope. With God’s help, it can become useful, functional and perhaps beautiful!” And so it is now. And people say, “I wish it were mine.” But nobody wanted to claim it when it was dirty, weather-beaten and abandoned.
Not until someone saw the good did the transformation begin. The time for healing had come.
It is once more useful.
It has purpose.
It has new life.
“You see, at the right time, when we were still powerless, Christ died for the ungodly. Very rarely will anyone die for a righteous man, though for a good man someone might possibly dare to die. But God demonstrates his love for us in this: while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.” Rom. 5: 6-8