Murphy’s Law

I have done a thor­ough job of tak­ing pic­tures of the progress of the ren­o­va­tion of the sanc­tu­ary, but now I can­not find the cam­era. It is as if the Night Fairies have con­ve­niently lifted it to keep me hum­ble (and keep me look­ing for what is not there).

That is okay, I am one step ahead of them. I have lived long enough to know that it does not mat­ter if I have the pic­tures, because we have the fin­ished project. Rus­sell Brown and Crew still have a few more days of paint­ing the entrances, but the major work has been accom­plished — and it looks wonderful!

Life has its annoy­ances, but the show goes on! What­ever the Big Story of life might be, the lesser things can­not inhibit the Grand Design. Satan is but a pest. Evil, for all of its unnec­es­sary suf­fer­ing, will even­tu­ally pass from exis­tence. The “Meek will inherit the earth…” Ide­olo­gies come and go. The unas­sum­ing worker will remain to enjoy the fruits of their labor.

We are going to work on the sanc­tu­ary off and on through the day. It is a work of love. In true church tra­di­tion, we are main­tain­ing and improv­ing the build­ing that has served so many over the decades — and even the cen­turies — now that the sanc­tu­ary is over one-hundred years old.

The paint fumes have dimin­ished. The freshly fallen snow has given the grounds a fairy tale look. Bring dust cloths. The work of art is almost fin­ished for another generation.