No Altar, No Pews, Not Even a Roof, but Very Much a Church

These walls are sacred.
They reflect the work of thousands of years. Thousands of priests. Thousands of martyrs.

These walls are sacred.
They bring me comfort. Peace. Safety.

These walls are sacred.
They are humming the songs of the past. The present The future.

These walls are sacred.
But they are not to be an escape. A bomb shelter. A hiding place.

These walls are sacred.
We must know when to leave them.