Captain’s Log 4,406
In many ways, my hometown is all about the church. The Catholic church. It is by far the most influential dogma that governs the hearts and minds of most of the citizens. With 90% of the people belonging to the church, it has formed its own form of specialized community. It’s neither good nor bad – it just is.
The church was crafted by immigrant craftsmen who brought their skills from Germany and Luxembourg over 100 years ago. Most of the statues and glass were imported from Germany. The building can be seen for miles as the photos to follow will illustrate.
About every 25 years or so, something major must be done to the building to preserve its integrity. This time, they are replacing the roof and the copper plating. It is an enormous project that is costing almost a million bucks. But the congregation loves this church and the funds were raised quickly. I find that more than amazing.
So here’s the photo tour.
Reaching to the sky. I spent countless hours inside this church trying so hard to hear the voice of angels or Jesus. I desperately sought direction and peace. I found neither, but I certainly enjoyed the architecture. Later I came to realize that what I was seeking was resting within my own soul. It was not to be found in a building or a book. I already had the answer. Just like Dorothy, I had my own personal quest to understand these things.
Some of us climbed the bell tower all the way to the wooden slats. It was great until the bell rang the half hour. Good thing it wasn’t noon!
Amazing work. When I asked why he wasn’t wearing a hard hat, my friends informed me that it wouldn’t do much good if he fell from that height. Good point.
Inside view. Grandiose. Walked this proudly for my first communion, confirmation, graduation mass. The last time I walked was for my mom’s funeral.
There is a perpetual blue candle here. The Madonna always gets blue.
Preparing to place new copper on a turret. They did all the copper crafting on the ground. Truly amazing.
Stained glass so valuable it cannot be insured. This is David getting down with his psaltry.
I continue to be amazed when I walk inside this old church. It was built with such care and determination, and it means so much to the people. After all these years, it is still home to daily gatherings and celebrations. Even though I am no longer spiritually connected to what this represents, I do appreciate the sanctuary it provides for those who need it.
