The stage of the theatre still holds hymnals and other vestiges of its time as a church.
No Bibles were left in the pews, only golf pencils.
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…
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.
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.
No more bailouts. No excuses.