A modern building sits uneasily in the middle of a 1950's council estate. A six-sided shape, complete with stainless steel spire, amidst the regulation rectangles of semi-detached and town houses. Its bricks redder, windows taller and thinner. The hall adjacent to the church, with brickes and tiles of a similar hue to the houses, blends in, the church does not. It shouts "notice me" to those who hurry by.
Inside the church something surprising has happened. During the last week or so fiften stations have appeared, each interpreted by a different member of the church.
Some are works of art,
others arrangements of objects.
Some invite you to engage and respond,
others just invite you to think.
The events of Holy Week are some of the most dramatic of history. The death of a man over 2,000 years ago should be long forgotten - except he didn't stay dead - which was somewhat inconvenient for the authorities. The pain in his side that should have finished him forever, was unable to defeat him, so he returned to be a pain in their side.
It is easy to go from the branch waving triumph of Palm Sunday one week, to the glory of the resurrection the following, without really engaging with the significance of sacrifice. These stations help address the balance, by helping us to think through what happened. As the stations have each been created by a different person, the style changes, and as you engage with each one you notice the small detail. Each person has been on a journey and now owns in a new way a part of the Easter Story.
Now the church sits and waits, to see who will come and visit.
The Way of the Cross