Work has slowed- the digging, foundation and framing moves quickly.
The rest though is much slower- hundreds, thousands of details before completion
The offices are finished, in the midst of moving in. In other places bare floor, concrete or wood. And then the places that have laminate, carpet, linoleum waiting for the next step.
Drywall is hung, awaiting tape and paint.
Doors resting against a wall, waiting to be hung.
Everything is rough around the edges- places where the carpenter could have sanded better, where the light switch is behind the open door, or how one even gets into the new space from the old- crossing the chancel, between the table and the pulpit. The old lean on the rail where they meet God as they pass, the young fly through with abandon, sometimes slowing enough to help the elders cross the threshold into the new-exciting-different space. All excited to see what has changed since last week, breathing life into that which is incomplete, just as God does for us who are incomplete. Waiting for completion in what was begun in baptism.