into the strenuous briefness / Life: / handorgans and April / darkness, friends / i charge laughing. - E.E. Cummings
In a four block radius around my street in Bucktown, three beautiful churches rise up out of the neighborhood sidestreets.
offered up to the world by CoachDub @ 6:54 PM
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I wish new churches would build nice looking "classic" buildings like they used to. The churches nowadays look like gyms or confrence halls and it is repulsive.
I agree, Scott. This one church in my hometown just looked like a giant pole barn, like it was made by the same company that made Sugar Daddy's (you Minnesota folks know the building). It never good when you might confuse a Baptist Church for an adult emporium.
Though maybe fitting.
Do I ever know that building. ;) Just kidding, but seriously.
I just laughed at this comment thread. I hope I'm not going to hell.
Maybe Baptist hell.
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