Building:


The interior, so vast and majestic, consisted of a great central area and four huge aisles encircled by eighty colossal, marble columns. Stone walls clung to great piers that climbed up in support of their unseen burden as they disappeared into the darkness. Colored marble surfaces that would show off their glory in the light of day now reflected only dimly the light of the candles that burned there. Any windows that there might have been were hidden by the outside darkness of late evening. Ghostly, stone figures all about the walls look down in critical observation of hushed, stillness and inactivity. Colorful mosaics hid away their beauty in the dimness as if in shame. This glorious splendor was not meant to gaze upon such empty, silent scenes as these . No chairs, no pews, no benches. Nothing to obstruct any view during the hallowed sanctuary of daylight, the eye being free to roam over warm,  glittering surfaces of gold and silver, but now in the gloom of evening, such a view resembled only the coldness of brass and tin.

Building:

The youth walked up the garden path and banged heavily on the door as he incessantly chewed on his gum. He glanced briefly about him before hammering on the door once again, this time even harder. His earring glinted in the early afternoon sun and a bead of sweat traced a line over the tattoo that adorned his neck. There was no answer to his forceful attempt to gain entry. He tested the door and in the twist of a handle the door eased open. He stepped inside and there before him was the figure of an old woman. "Larry!" She exclaimed.

"You haven't got your hearing aid in again, have you Mrs. Hendicot." He announced in raised voice.
"I'm not sure where it is". The old lady said. Larry went straight to the old sideboard drawer and took Mrs. Hendicot's hearing aid from it's box.
"Here," he said, still in raised voice, "put it in". He  went through to the kitchen leaving the old lady as she fiddled with the volume control.

In time the two sat at the kitchen table sipping at the coffee that Larry had just made. "Have you brought your bible?" Mrs. Hendicot asked. "What are you going to read to me today?" Larry took his small pocket bible from his jacket and opened it at a place he had marked.
"Matthew, Chapter eighteen, Verse twenty." He announced. "Alright?"
"Yes." She answered singularly. Larry began reading aloud.
" For where two or three are gathered together in my name...."
"Who's name?" She interrupted.
"Jesus' name." He answered. "Right?"
"Yes" She acknowledged.
" For where two or three are gathered together in my name, there am I in the midst of them." Mrs. Hendicot smiled approvingly. . . . .

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One of the above is a description of Building the Church, the other is the Church Building (Saint Peter's Basilica, Vatican City, Rome). One was built at great expense, the other has it's foundations set in the bedrock of the love of Jesus Christ.

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