Open Doors in Churches

I’ve been in London, with no itinerary.

Oh, I knew I wanted to go to the theater and perhaps hear some music. I’ve done both.

I’ve also walked a lot every day, often in the rain. Thankfully most days have been unseasonably warm.

I love old churches. When I see a sign like the one above, I can’t help but go in and take a look or breathe in God. So many are so gorgeous, yet attended by few. Many are more of a tourist spot than a spiritual haven.

This didn’t appear to be one of those places. I struck up a conversation with a guy that volunteered to open things up on Mondays.

We talked for a while. He had been born Catholic, but more culturally than spiritually. For the past couple of years he has been exploring Christianity and was surprised to find it resonated with him.

It struck me that this chirch’s mission statement (which I read inside) was a lot like the church I belong to. A church that welcomes people where they are. That embraces diversity and faith journeys.

We also talked politics. I’ve been struck how much American politics is in the news in the United Kingdom. As someone who is simply worn out from politics, my conversation with this guy was a good one. I verbalized the frustration of candidates that you don’t believe are on the same page as you. His slightly removed view was interesting to think about. Do I make things too difficult?

When it comes down to it, I believe my goal in religion and politics needs to simply be love. Love for others, the right to choose their life path and even make mistakes. God gives us all that, right? We should certainly do the same.

There was a garden in the back of the church I took photos of before I even really realized it was the garden of a church. I stuck my camera through the gate to take pictures. The guy says he helps care for it. The gorgeous artwork was done by a friend of his 30 years ago. Here are those pictures.

Take a walk and talk to people. Not just when you travel. You just may be encouraged, as I was – or encourage someone else.

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