Deconstruction moved to the basement of the church, and it is now gutted just like the sanctuary. The building is just an empty shell with nothing left to identify it as a place where the church met, held services, enjoyed fellowship around the tables, prayed, played games, and shared our spiritual life together. It reminds me of a barn from my childhood. There are times when it is hard to watch and there is a sadness that fills my heart. Yet, the church lives and we continue to meet, hold services, enjoy fellowship around the tables, pray, play games and share our spiritual life together. It no longer happens at 2324 N. Kimball, but it happens wherever and whenever we gather. Let the church rise from the ashes!