The non church

I spotted it from a distance, its roofline and spire announcing for all the world to see, "Here is a church".  The entrance, when I found it, was a bit rough but by no means the worst I've seen to a rural church.

It was obvious there were some renovations going on.  The whole building and grassed area around it was taped off to protect new lawn and new paths.  I'm so slow sometimes.  "Nice that it is being loved", I thought.  It has had a new paint job and new front and back entrances.  The little tub of flowers was a sweet touch.

First up I wandered around the front to the right.  That was when I started to wonder if perhaps this was no longer a church.  The artifacts in the corner seemed a bit strange for a place of worship.

Back around the front and look to the left.  That back porch is a little un-church like and I do declare that I can spot a beer box on the porch. 

I remember another time when GB and I were church hunting up on the Karikari Peninsula and, after a bit of driving around, found our way to what looked to be a church.  That time a fierce looking and even more fierce sounding dog charged at the car to let us know we had made a mistake.  We didn't hang around to take photos that day.

At this stage on Monday I got back in the car and took the last couple of shots out of the car window with the car facing the road in case I needed a quick getaway.   Nah, not really.  I'm fairly confident that whoever had turned this lovely building that was surplus to the requirements of some religion into such a warm and welcoming home would make me welcome. 

Maybe I presume too much.  One day it might get me into trouble but not this day.