Deconscecrated Church, Glenfield NZ.
The simplicity of the circled cross, a stark symbol against the deep blue sky.
The symmetry of the angled white timber work under the eaves.
Two gleaming halves, mirror images.
They drew me in, these minor miracles, when I visited the building yesterday.
The former church has lost its sacred status to fulfill other uses today, but its uncomplicated appearance still has a striking purity about it…
“Blessed are the pure in heart” reads the inscription on this grave in a cemetery close to where I live. Great words, and maybe they befitted the deceased.
If memory serves me correctly, the words are those of Jesus ,from the Sermon on the Mount.
You can cast doubt on religion, but not those words.
When we and our motives are pure – and it may not be much of the time (in my case anyway!) -things, blessings, flow, on and through us ,upon the world around us.
You don’t have to be the Dalai Lama or Mother Theresa – anyone can know those small moments of purity when you do the right thing for the right reasons or are the right person in the right place at the right time.
Purity.
Simple but elusive and fleeting.
You can’t seek it, any more than you can blessings.
But when a moment or someone is pure you just know.
And are blessed.
Ebb Then Flood 