I have commented before on the beauty of many of Detroit's old church buildings. Many of these, for whatever reason, are Polish churches. (I intend to publish a piece on the Polish legacy at some point in the near future.)
Anyway, I was talking to a student of Polish extract this afternoon, who described how he had read that in past generations, his Polish forbears in Detroit had gone so far as to mortgage their homes in order to contribute toward the building of their community churches.
Can you imagine anyone doing that today? Parishioners in the affluent suburbs today seem happy to be driving very nice vehicles and living in houses that their grandparents would likely consider lavish, while their suburban churches look more like gymnasiums or auditoriums built in airport hangers than the churches with bell towers, stained glass and soaring spires of their ancestor's era.
The ironies abound as you begin to think about how siblings doubled up in bedrooms in small houses generations ago, while they built soaring and splendid churches to the glory of God.
To the glory of what do people today live in sprawling houses with cathedral ceilings and produce such impoverished structures as their "worship spaces"?