Since Easter Sunday, when my childhood congregation was one of eight that melded into United in Faith Lutheran Church, Chicago, I've been telling myself that it's not the building I feel bad about.
Buildings, after all, are only bricks and mortar. And wood. Beautifully carved wood, like the altar that has welcomed worshipers for 90 years and the baptismal font where generations of babies have been christened.
OK, maybe it is partly the building. I do have a history at Our Saviour English Lutheran Church. This is the church where my mother was confirmed and my parents were married. It's the church where I was baptized and confirmed and where I met my husband; the church where we were married and where we brought our first baby to be baptized.
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