A Sad But Wonderful Sight

It is always sad when an era ends, especially when there is a very strong visual symbol of that ending.

Such a situation is being experienced by those of us who were students and faculty at a small Christian school in Columbus, Ohio. Maranatha Christian School taught students from Kindergarten through twelfth grade for more than 35 years, but in 2004, it closed its doors. Falling enrollment and the move to home schooling among Christian families took their toll on the school's resources.

I had the privilege of teaching English and Bible classes in the junior high and high school for nine school years. I was there during the final year. I helped close the school.

Maranatha Baptist Church, which owned and operated the school, has sought for five years to find a way to use the building, to no avail. Recently the decision was made to demolish the building.

I took my cameras to and into the building to record its final moments. It is a bit eerie to walk the hallway I walked every school day for nine years, and to stand in the classroom where I taught, and look around and see, not my students, but shards of insulation, twisted wires and steel, broken pieces of wood, and holes where once there were windows. It brought back scores of memories and a knot of sadness that it was all over. The death of the building made it all so final.

But for four of the five years since the school closed, I served the church as a deacon and thus was part of the discussions involved in the pursuit of a use for the building. We considered several suggestions, but all would have involved very expensive alterations and updates to the old building. We considered demolition, but the lowest bid we received was $50,000, which we thought was a bit high. We offered the building for free to two different prospective users, but the costs of moving and remodeling the building were excessive. The building, cut off from heat, electricity and life, deteriorated rapidly.

Then came the recession, and a demolition company hard pressed for work offered to do the job for half the bid of five years ago. The congregation voted unanimously (not usual for a Baptist church) to have the building demolished.

Yes, it is sad to stand in the debris of what was once my classroom where I had the privilege of helping young minds to grow into adulthood. But it is also wonderful to see the burden my church has carried in the form of that now useless building finally lifted.

It is a sad, but wonderful sight.