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Show Go Love/183 24 Consider the First Baptist Church: the leviathan girth and height of its whitewashed steeple threatening at any second to flip the whole block upside down. The new wing, a brother Dellwood T Walker production, is diamond-shaped, mutating out of the former sanctuary hall onto Cherry Street. The red brick bleeds down the street, into the new metal diamond where the architect has opted for a windowless experience with the holy ghost. Light's iffy-why take chances with light? Better the dark backlit than the unpredictability of sunshine. The Committee for Righteousness Sake last year joined hands with the Society of the Just Made Perfect to purchase then tear down all the low rent duplexes on Cherry's south side. They plowed the duplexes and the church gymnasium-which doubled as a cafeteria for Wednesday night potlucks-under for a jumbo parking lot, cut up by yellow lines. Each parking spot sports a number corresponding to the family's tithe; a sweet offering won a shorter walk across the hot asphalt which made for withered corsages and sweaty arm pits. The Kentucky Blue Grass surrounding the structure is doing quiet well, thank you, with only the faintest whiff of tick spray from Deacon Lowman's Bug Stompers operation, provided free of charge monthly for lucky number thirteen on |
