When I walked around the corner of the back entrance to the courtyard I laughed.
The base material was already in the walkways. “What? Really? Cool!”
John had gone crazy, imagined the future with me — an idea in my head, an landscape architects plan, a couple of muddy measurements, a scribble with a pencil, a photocopy, and there it was, a venue worthy of an event, a celebration, a bride.
Metal stakes, dirt, red string lines, subgrade, grade, top of grade, finish grade, party grade, parade grade, life-changing grade — it was a virtual outdoor cathedral in the making.
The bobcat was scooping up base, the compactor was thumping it down, and I was living it up.
Then I went inside the chapel, passing over the newly refinished oak floors, and into the worship center.
I laughed again.
The recovered pews were in, fabricated in dark, rich brown — clean, smooth, shinny, elegance. The worship center remodel was entering it’s final stages. From the lovely pendant lights to the upscale wood floors, from the newly clear-glassed arch windows to the freshly carpeted stage, the place glowed with a new-found self-esteem anchored in original Spanish Revival glory.
What is it?
It is nothing less than the reality-foundry of the divine at work.
It is not less than the God-thumping laugh-making, hope-crafting, power-mongering energy forever resident in the world’s grand, eloquent, spiritual renewal, its lovely, numinous, reviviscent and effortless renovation.
Thrive! 