The land’s full of strip malls, fast food restaurants with gaudy signs, chain stores, gas stations; concrete and asphalt; soulless samness.
Our newer churches are built the (modern) American way. They’re big, square monsters, with name brand coffee, theater seating and rock music. The people inside these churches, no doubt, are wonderful, but the buildings (from an architectural or aesthetic standpoint) look and feel like Best Buy stores.
As a traditionalist in many ways, one of the things that grounds me in this postmodern culture, in which I clearly don’t fit, is my faith. The more I move along in my faith, the more I open myself to the beauty of the doctrines and practices of classical Christianity. The more I see my faith as an anchor to a bygone era, the more I appreciate good of fashioned churches.
They’re all around us. Beautiful edifices constructed to glorify God; welcome Him in fact. Some are palatial and opulent. Others are simple and charming. Their beauty varies as that of people. In ways that some modern churches can’t, the classic churches built in the last several hundred years in America, give us a sense of who God is. (Of course, to convey that sense, a church need not be old, either in age or architectural style.)
In short: I am fascinated by churches, mostly older ones. The more “character” the better. This is my celebration of them.
I’m not an architect or artist and, as you will soon see, I’m clearly not a photographer. But, with the little skills and tools I have, together with my almost ceaseless encounters with churches, I intend to here to display those Houses of God I find most personally appealing — the ones that seem to tell stories. This is a fairly lowbrow approach. You’ll not read of flying buttresses and detailed recitations on the architectural style of these buildings. I just want to share with you those places that move me.