Here’s the church, and here’s the steeple; Open the door and see all the people; Here’s the parson going upstairs; Here he is saying his prayers…
No Bibles were left in the pews, only golf pencils.
The stage of the theatre still holds hymnals and other vestiges of its time as a church.
The wings of the church had a lot more water damage than the rest. The organ on the balcony was in decent condition when I arrived.
No more bailouts. No excuses.
The pigeons and raccoons have no use for these, so they will sit empty until snow or fire removes them by force.
On the boarded-up first floor of the house proper near the door to the chapel, the last pew sites next to a wet box of Bibles.