It's a horrible job, smashing down a church! Especially when the churc

Published Thursday, 3rd Sep 05:58 BST

It's a horrible job, smashing down a church! Especially when the church has been standing in the ground for the past thousand or so years, and the skip hire costs are in the hundreds ever week!

The local governing party decided that more houses were needed in the local area, and the best place for these houses, they figured, would be where the church was currently standing. It didn't matter that the church was ancient, the fact was, it just had to go.

So I was called in to break it all down and send it to some sort of landfill site. Of course, I wanted to send the age old bricks to some sort of waste recycling plant, but the council said it would cost far too much, and I should send it instead to landfill.

So there I was, day after day, taking that church apart piece by piece. At any second I felt as if an almighty finger would reach down from the sky and crush me! It was a terrible waste; all those massive grey bricks which had been placed there by historical builders cam tumbling down to the ground. The amount of materials that were being wasted was just incredible. I wanted to stop, to make up for this dreadful act that I was committing. but all I could do was continued. Unfortunately God would not be signing my pay check.

The mortar crumbled to dust and the stain glass windows shattered as they hit the bottom of the skip hire. I had had to pay a huge amount of money for those skip. For some strange reason skip hire costs had rocketed in recent years. It made it even more difficult for people such as myself to earn any money at all. After this horrendous job and such heavy skip hire costsI was considering going into banking: anything would be better than destroying such old monuments!

I piled up all of the waste material into the skips and then turned around to survey what I had done. The old building had been levelled. Here and there a gravestone was lying flat and broken, and a few sheets of prayer were blowing around in the wind. The council came to see all my work afternoon. They looked all around andthey checked that everything was level. They had come to check on the building I had brutally killed, and they saw that it was good.

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