One of my favorite stories I have told here involves Wesley Chapel, an abandoned church just 30 minutes up the road. I hope you’ll revisit that story here.
Meanwhile, I stopped by the other night just to check on the old place and to further mourn its deterioration. Here are some pictures.
Things have worsened a lot since my first visit.
The windows had all been been boarded up but someone has removed some barriers so you can see inside from a few angles.
The piano remains, likely because it was too heavy to carry and impossible to even give away.
Can’t you hear it? I’m imaging an elderly woman named Mabel who pounded those keys with vigor as the congregation sang “Shall we gather at the river.”
This next image will haunt my dreams.
I don’t know why it bothers me so much but I find the sight of that lone chair in an empty and forgotten church entryway incredibly troubling.
The steeple still reaches Heavenward but it looks worse for the wear.
Here’s a closer look at the cross on the other side of the steeple.
Part of me wishes I could stop going there and part of me doesn’t want to try. Meanwhile, go read that first story if you don’t mind. Here’s that link again.
Wow beautifully written on Wesley Chapel thanks for sharing with excellent photos 👌😊Loved to read it.👌😊
Thank you so much! I am so glad because I really love that place.
It’s my pleasure stay blessed 👌😊
And you as well!
Love the photos. Never ceases to amaze how much a vacant building will keep deteriorating. Sad.
I know. A building like this would only be occupied a few hours a week anyway. It’s like it knows it has been abandoned and has simply surrendered.
That’s a beautiful and sad way of putting it. The thought of a building surrendering because of neglect.
I hadn’t really thought about it that way but I suppose it is. Thank you.
It is a sad sight. I see abandoned and/or neglected buildings of all manner and have to wonder at the stories that led to their decrepit state. I even have a book that documents such buildings in a particular county. There’s a project for you! (As if you need one.)
It’s funny you mention that because I almost compulsively photograph abandoned buildings. Lately they are often gone when I go back, making me wonder if mine aren’t the last pictures.
So, yeah, maybe a someday project.
The cliche “if walls could talk” is so fitting here!
Made me think of the lyrics from “If There’s A God On My Side” by R. Cash. Could she still live in this place? Is she still inside these walls? It seemed very fitting and gave me many thoughts to contemplate. Seems I’ll always be a work in progress. …