Today, I stood on the front steps of an Evangelical Church that was founded in 1876. Today, her doors are bolted and padlocked. Her pews are no longer warmed by persons of praise and her alters no longer stained with the tears of repentant men. Her grounds no longer hear the laughter of children playing and her pulpit is not gripped by the calloused hands of a Heaven-sent Evangel. No, today this old church is just a relic of what “used to be.” She is not relevant to her community’s future, her people’s needs, or her intended purpose. She’s closed.