In the morning, it is unassuming and quiet.
Tucked in a corner, behind a plain door.
At first glance it is a typical room. Neutral. Calm. Open.
But as the days grow long and the sun begins to set,
this small room, this chapel, is brought to life with color.
The walls are washed with a kaleidoscope of greens, blues, and yellows.
The walls are marked with people’s hopes and intentions,
from the floor to the ceiling.
This chapel builds a community.
This chapel fosters a relationship with God.
This chapel encourages fellowship, in all of its many forms.
This chapel has held me as I cried.
This chapel has given me a place to lay it all out.
This chapel has given me a space to go deeper.
This chapel has been a place to ask the questions
that seemed too big or too hard.
This chapel, this small, quiet, and unassuming room,
is more than its four walls.
It is an encounter, a keeper of secrets, a space to weep
and where hope is contagious.
This chapel is a place to find the courage to go forth,
and take on the next day.