What strikes me about these abandoned buildings is the surrounding community. People still live there. There’s still a need for a church - probably a greater need but it’s forever gone.
There’s something profoundly ironic about that. The building itself may have been what killed that congregation. It happens all too often. Churches eventually become the buildings they construct. The concrete and bricks captures and locks the congregation in a moment of time. But history is not static. Things change. Time moves on but the congregation becomes like the building; unmovable, unchanging, and slowly decaying. Eventually the last remaining members die or moves away. What remains are ashes of a once burning fire.