As often as this church has been used over the last 100 years, the thousands of hours parishioners spent in the pews, the thoughts they must have had of the beautiful sanctuary, I wonder how many people thought of what was above the ceiling.
The attic above the sanctuary is twice as large as the space below, the carpentry of the wood framing area takes your breath away, it’s simplicity, the size of the wood, the bolts and the steel reinforcements.
The perfectly measured cuts and joints made as though it would be on display, like a piece of fine art. It’s hard to believe that it was built before mobile cranes, skill saws, battery powered tools and nail guns were invented.
The peace and tranquility of the towering vaulted attic ceiling, criss-crossed with supporting beams creates a strange man made link to nature as steel and wood come together in a way that exhibits and pays homage to the workmanship of the long forgotten craftsmen who built it.
Like many things in life, beauty is not always where you expect to find it, but once found it should be cherished and nurtured.
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