My preacher friend lives in a brand-spanking new home provided by the ministry he heads. “They had to tear down the old one,” he told me. “Mildew was everywhere and after years of trying to cure it, they gave up.”
His predecessor and his family were constantly sick for no reason anyone could find. Workers repainted the interior of the house every year.
Here is what he told me…
When they tore the house down, they found the culprit. There was a pipe underneath the house–not in any of the architect’s original drawings–that was constantly leaking water into the foundation.
At one point, in an attempt to cure the problem, the ministry head had storm windows installed throughout the house. He was sealing the house, but it had the opposite effect of what he intended.
An architect told me, ‘That day the house began to die. With the windows sealed, it could no longer breathe.’
The day the house began to die.
An intriguing line.
Churches also begin to die when they can no longer breathe.
I’ve seen churches die, and I’ve seen them in the process of dying. The culprit–the killer, the perpetrator, the murderer–is frequently suffocation. An inability to breathe.