The Old Church Building by Harold Noble
I wandered round the old building: the council and developers had at last made their final decision on the second phase of the Enfield Town development. The church is eerily silent as I pad from room to room, almost as though the spirits of my friends and colleagues were with me.
I enter the first room up the stairs; this was the young men’s Bible class room and where I learnt to sing. I shall never forget ‘For all the saints, who from their labours rest’ and where we sang ‘choruses’ before they were generally used. I sat there on Sunday afternoons for ten years being taught Bible truths and being encouraged in Gospel outreach. I creep out of the room, closing the door quietly and making for the end room.
This is the Boys’ Club room and it was here I learnt for the first time in my life the fun of playing games together, of gym-horse and mat work, of camping and craft work. I was just fourteen. Later made in to the coffee bar, it always remained for me as the club room.
The church hall brings back so many memories. The rear hall had always been my village hall, where I had met for well over seventy years with people of a like mind. I have been to 21st birthday parties, wedding receptions, farewell do’s and funerals. Most of all the hall has been where, on a Tuesday evening I have been instructed in Christian doctrine and heard uncountable records of missionary out reach.
I creep down the darkened cellar and shine a torch around. This is where I brought my tools and materials when working on the building. This is where on several occasions we have bailed out the floods so prevalent at one time. This has been a wonderful place to store things that should have been thrown away long ago!
Into the church building itself, on to the platform where in season the choir would sing ‘All in an April evening’ and we sang cantatas such as ‘Olivet to Calvary’ or ‘ Bethlehem’. Here we saw and heard the Sunday School and Junior Church in their anniversary celebrations. This unadorned and simple hall has seen people committing their lives to Christ for over a hundred years. Nothing to write home about, nothing to save as a memento. It’s time to close the door.
Farewell old church building, what fond memories you hold for those few of us still around from the days of yore. There are many, possibly thousands who have been taught within your walls, there are also hundreds who first decided for Christ here.
You were only a building but stood as a beacon of Christian witness in Enfield Town these 100 and more years.
Your demise had to come, bricks and mortar are not of the things eternal, but the witness of God's people is, and they are still going from strength to strength.