Cathedrals: It's not the building that matters


I’ve stood in grand cathedrals overlaid in marble and gold and it was cold and empty as a whitewashed tomb, leaving a bad taste in my mouth and hurt in my heart.

 Was this not meant to be a house for the Church? A meeting place for a spirit-filled people?

 Because it isn’t that.

 The grandest of cathedrals I’ve been in are not picturesque and classical works of architecture. They’re a place in the woods, surrounded by God’s own creation; rocks by the ocean, the incessant pounding of the surf a simile of God’s heartbeat of love; a room with deep blue tile and basic furniture full of worshippers with tears on their faces; a school built of cement and block and rebar.
It’s not the building that makes a cathedral truly beautiful, but the hearts of worship within it.

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