It’s like stepping back in time
Outside, the cold winter winds beat against the thin panes of the old school house windows. Inside, the old pine floors creak and groan beneath each walking step. It’s a large room, and the walls are mostly empty except for a long chalkboard at the north end of the room. “Welcome to the
,” it reads.
This is where we worship each Sunday.
It really is like stepping back in time—literally. This school house that we rent for weekly worship was built in the late 1890’s. It now serves as the meeting place for the Battlement Mesa Historical Society. And in every corner there’s a trace of that history. An old player piano that wobbles and warbles when it’s played. Vintage grammar books, dusty and dry with age. The dunce cap, the spittoon, and the paddle. The place even smells old.
My first visit to the church came the week before Christmas, when the whole community was invited to the school house for Christmas decorating, hot chocolate, and caroling. We gathered around the player piano, wrapped in sweaters and jackets from the cold, and sang “Silent Night” and “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing.” It could very well have been 1890.
I should be clear, though. We don’t resent this building. In fact, we’ve come to love it. It is our home. And for an exploratory that only began in August of 2008, that’s saying something. We’ve come to see what a blessing this building is (old as it may be) for this small group of Christians. Maybe it’s the building’s character. Maybe it’s the sound it makes as we worship. Or maybe it’s the reminder of how we all, as Christians, live in the past. Read more ›





