Our sweet little church is over 175 years old. It’s been moved twice and survived a fire. (kinda) And like most churches a lot of information has been lost over the years. Most recently it became apparent that no one knew where the septic is for the fellowship hall. This is important because the little bathroom off the fellowship hall had become, shall we say, a bit finicky. So the sewer detectives & their big machines were called in to investigate!
Here they are with the big machines looking behind the meditation garden, in the play yard of the education wing and the tiny backyard of the parsonage. Actually I don’t think they looked in the play yard, because we know where that septic system is located. They did have to come through the play yard though.
A few days passed and there was more activity. It seems they found the septic system. Yes, indeed, it was located directly under the pond, in the meditation garden.
Some are quite upset about this, others see it as progress, and I suspect there are quite a few who see this as proof that God does indeed have a sense of humor.
Granted it’s a bit of a mess now. The fence is down & the beautiful crab apple tree is gone. A reminder that all of this is temporal anyway, our treasures in heaven await us:
Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moth and rust do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also. – Matthew 6:19-21
And the gardeners among us, well, we’re thinking, “Hey a blank canvas, and full sun!”