But I have this against you, that you have abandoned the love you had at first. Remember therefore from where you have fallen; repent, and do the works you did at first. If not, I will come to you and remove your lampstand from its place, unless you repent. —Revelation 2:4–5
Jason Sloboda, DDiv, pushed the squeaking old church door back on its hinges. He stumbled backwards as the rank, musty air hit him. It was worse even than he had expected.
He stepped inside, disturbing the dust of decades. Cobwebs hung thickly in the corners and paint was peeling from the walls. An old bulletin, coated in idle doodles, lay moldering on the vestry carpet.
Jason took it all in, seeing potential instead of problems. Like a soldier reclaiming territory, he felt half-pierced by the neglected building, once a fortress of the kingdom of heaven—and half-triumphant to know that it was his now, to rebuild for his King.
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