There’s something about an #empty church.
The way the silence isn’t really silent.
It’s full—full of prayers once whispered, songs once sung, tears once shed. The walls remember. The floorboards hold stories. The air carries echoes of something bigger than us, something that lingers even when no one is there to name it.
And maybe that’s the thing about an empty church.
It waits. It holds space. It reminds us that God is just as present in the stillness as in the celebration, just as alive in the quiet as in the noise.
Because sometimes, the absence of noise…is its own kind of sermon.
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