I’m not familiar with U.S Catholic magazine and I have no idea of its politics or history or anything. But this short essay from the magazine turned up in my feeds this week, and the simplicity was a nice way to start a day. The essay, all four paragraphs of it, is about a tiny wooden church in Alaska.
And the young man packing his gear? He is on the road, said the elderly man. He’s in transit. We don’t ask any more than that. Our feeling is that a real church is a place of rest and restoration. That boy’s on the road, just like Jesus was, and who are we to turn him away? A church ought to be a sanctuary. Otherwise it’s just a corporation like any other.