The church is a steeple
Our
steeple came down a few weeks ago.
Thankfully,
it wasn't a windstorm or a lightning strike that brought it down. A 165-ton
crane lifted the steeple off the roof and laid it carefully on the ground.
After 50-plus years on top of our building, the steeple had
worn out beyond repair. The whole operation took three days. I spent a good
part of that time standing in the parking lot, staring skyward, intrigued not
just by the construction equipment but by the history being made before my
eyes.
