A Place of Worship

Somewhere, sometime,
we lost our way.

Amidst the joy, tears,
redemption and salvation
we seem to have forgotten
the meaning of the words
and the value of works.

I have read the Bible (Well, to be honest, all of the New. the Pentateuch, Job and a smattering of the rest of the Old) and I do not recall the basis for some of the current practices. These ‘modern’ non-denominational Christian churches are all the rage. Teaching at a surface level, pop music, casual dress all in a shopping mall atmosphere. I know, it is all designed to make everyone feel comfortable, welcome, so that a new believer will not be intimidated. I am just not sure if the message of commitment, sacrifice and dedication is coming across. I also do not see how coffee shops and bookstores in the lobby are any different than money changers in the temple courts.

I am not sure when the first mega-church was built; around Constantine probably, shortly before or after. I am sure it was justified then much as it is now, allowing for larger congregations and more souls saved. However, I do not recall where Jesus spoke of building monuments or making them bigger, higher and more beautiful. Were they built, then and now, as a testament to the power and glory of God, or to satisfy the vanity and ego of those that reside within?

Do not misunderstand, I am Christian and I believe in tithing and giving of my time, treasure and talents. I believe that we are instructed to give and not be concerned about what is done with the gift. I know there are churches that do phenomenal things in their communities; feeding the poor, providing clothing and shelter, serving at soup kitchens and so much more. And I believe these are the majority of the churches. But when I see the monoliths to worship I do have to wonder how many could have been fed with the cost of construction.

I come to this place often,
late at night, with no one around,
and marvel at the majesty
of the construction.

There is confusion
and contradiction contained
in the arches and stained glass.
I read of humility and sacrifice
but see none in these stones.

I search the spires, the statues
and the carvings looking for what
to believe, while inside, there is an altar
to the efficacy of man.

I think I shall find more enlightenment
in the glow of this lonely streetlight.


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