The little chapel, with its ivy-covered vestibule, used to be open from dawn to dusk back in the day. From its very genesis, it was open to all who sought spiritual uplifting. Unfortunately, in recent years it had fallen upon hard times. The contributions that were used to keep the chapel afloat had dried up and the pastor was unable to pay the property taxes. He posted a declaration on the chapel’s door that it was up for sale.
Considerable opposition to the private sale of the little chapel was raised. Meetings were held where numerous speakers gave highly articulate speeches in support of the chapel. The pastor eloquently talked about the benefits the community derived from the little chapel and how money was needed to save the building from being sold to the highest bidder.
Despite their efforts, the pastor and the the other civic-minded members of the community were only able to raise meager sums. Ultimately the building was sold and converted into a private residence. But one of the provisions of the purchase and sale agreement was that the new owner could not remove the ivy around the vestibule and the cross on top.
Written for today’s Sunday Photo Fiction prompt from Susan Spaulding and for the following one-word prompts:
Photo Credit: John Brand