When you lose an old friend, it doesn’t just hurt. It is unnerving.
When something or someone you have always known, always believed would be there for you is no longer, a relationship that made you complete changes forever. It shakes you to your very core.
Last week, a part of who I am went up in flames. While I knew I had always felt a deep kinship with the building on the corner of Candler and Church Streets, it did not resonate with me how much I depended upon the presence of the Old First Methodist Church. Not, that is, until I stood with others watching the brick and mortar embodiment of three generations of my family’s spiritual history burn before my very eyes.
We feel the deep loss of Rev. Phil and Linda Adair and the congregation of the Sanctuary of the Holy Spirit. They have loved the building almost literally back from the grave as they poured heart, soul, and resources into returning the old church to the 1904 beauty she was. The Adairs and their congregation recognized what others had decided was too hard to restore – and they brought her back to life.