sooner or later i'm going to post a picture of the baptist church across the street from my house. i've sat on the steps and watched it times throughout the day, several days in a row. it's not so much the religious aspect that could make it inherently good... since religion seems to be the underlying theme for dispute and argument and wars... no... not that... something about the building. there are a few windows shattered where rocks and baseballs went through, i've watched a few drug deals take place below the stairwells as the midnight hours approach, there are blank spaces where steeples obviously sat in the building's prime, and the shrubbery is more than overgrown. i never hear the church bells ring and i wonder if i just assumed there are any bells at all.
i can honestly say i don't know a thing about the baptist religion, other than it's been poorly portrayed in the novels it's been featured in throughout my high-school career. this, among many other things including the fact that i don't know much about other religious practices, has lead me to my studies in theology.
but back to the building- i still can't tell you why i have a certain feeling that this building is inherently good. it is good- it never had a choice. it's shabby on the outside and poorly upkept. maybe it does have something to do with its religious affiliation? i've always thought that the bad easily outweighs the good in life, but maybe i'm horribly mistaken? maybe all the good that's taken place around the building.. all the happiness... all the community.... all the wondering and appreciation of mildly curious college students before me have melted into the bricks and have since held fast in the mold.
maybe i've been wrong all along.
but how, then, can i still know things by instinct? things that are inherently good?
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