Through the Roof

This is my church.

I love this place.

I love it when it is full of people.

I love it when I’m there all alone.


I think everyone should sit in an empty sanctuary once in a while.


This is the view from my pew. Third row from the front, right side.

There was a bit of a mishap a couple of weeks ago when the Christmas decorations were being taken down and put away.

Do you see it?


Let me zoom in a little more for you.


Steve, who obviously is not afraid of heights, was up on top of the canopy pulling the garland and big wreath over the ledge to store until next Christmas, when his foot went through the roof. I’m happy to report that Steve is okay.

That perforation in the plaster has become very dear to me this week. I have been reading about the four men who brought their paralyzed friend to Jesus on a stretcher (Luke 5:17-26). They couldn’t get through the front door because of the crowd, so they hauled their friend up onto the roof, dug a hole through the tiles and lowered the stretcher right in front of Jesus.

This raises several questions:

  • What did Jesus think when His teaching was interrupted with debris falling from the ceiling?
  • Who swept up the dust and fixed the gaping hole?
  • How did the owner of the house feel about the new skylight?

Some better questions:

  • As one of the four friends, would I have had the persistence to climb up on somebody’s roof and bust out a hole?  Or would I have said, “Sorry, buddy, it’s too crowded. We’ll have to come back another time”?
  • As the paralytic on the stretcher, would I have put myself in the hands of four of my friends and let them carry out this cockamamie scheme?
  • As the owner of the house, would I have been so upset about the hole in my roof that I would have missed the miracle?

Some even better questions:

  • Do I know anyone paralyzed by fear or sorrow or guilt who needs to be carried to The Healer?
  • Do I have enough faith to go to unusual lengths (or heights) for the sake of a lost friend?
  • Would I break through a wall to get somebody to Jesus?


I hope the trustees don’t fix that hole anytime soon.

From the third pew on the right, it is a beautiful reminder that sometimes,

faith goes through the roof.