In September, six months almost to the day since the church closed its doors, we were at last able to worship again in our building.
It is hard to express the joy which we all felt that day, even though we were masked, socially distanced and unable to sing. We were together again in worship. We constantly repeat the mantra that the church is not a building and, of course, it is much more than that but do we underestimate the importance to us of our buildings? They are often the places where we were baptised or married; sometimes the place where we said our last farewells to our loved ones and in which we have expressed our faith weekly.