The 100 North Main building is an instance of something I’ve wondered at since my house building days. One would think that humans wear out the things we build. And, of course, we do. Boot soles and palms rub stair treads and handrails slowly to dust one touch at a time.
But when a building is no longer occupied—whether a track home in rural Tennessee or a 38 story tower outside the red doors of an old Memphis church—it seems like the materials it’s made of know they’re no longer under surveillance. Paint suddenly feels freer to peel and fascia boards are released from rafter tails like soldiers told to stand at ease. Buildings seem to wither more quickly when human attention is withdrawn.
I know I’m assigning intelligence and maybe even a little mischievousness to material things, and decay is not so difficult to account for. It’s still a little startling to watch.
100 North Main opened in 1965, just two years before I was born, and it seems like this vast edifice of concrete and steel would have been difficult to reduce to its present condition if, as soon as the mayor cut the ribbon, hundreds of us had set about chipping away at it with anything less than machinery made for demolition. But the building was actually tended to for most of its life. Now it seems to have lost a quarter of its windows and enough of its concrete shell to make a gravel bar in the Mississippi. This is a great mystery to me.
It probably doesn’t register as such to someone like Helario Reyna, who attends to Calvary’s buildings in large ways and small, day after day, constantly restoring some of what’s coming loose or wearing away. He’s directly involved in the small acts of attention and repair that are the simple but sustaining miracles that keep the built world alive.
In Genesis 4, Cain asks God, “Am I my brother’s keeper?” I sometimes think the rest of the Bible is a wild and elaborate “Yes” to that question in a thousand different contexts. Our brothers and sisters depend on our small acts of keeping, as we do on theirs. And the world we share will not flourish if we each tend first and only to ourselves.
I worry we’ve lost some of the sense that our small acts of tending to one another generously, creatively, and with kindness are utterly essential to keeping things whole. We’ve been taught for too long that there’s an invisible hand that will make things better for all if we each seek our own interest. I’m told that this interpretation does not do justice to the ideas of the Scotsman who invented the term. But whatever Adam Smith believed, the concept is embedded in the American imagination. And it is deeply counter to everything Jesus taught, and counter to the Torah and the Prophets as well.
A pandemic that claimed lives as people claimed a right not to wear a mask is one recent and poignant example of the deadliness of answering Cain’s question defiantly “No.” But I also believe the unraveling of a shared sense of truth is a symptom of the delusion that attending only to the needs of myself and my own will be better for everyone. If I’m generally guided by a self-centered world view, is it surprising that I’d go looking for versions of truth that serve me best?
We need to tell cautionary tales about how a society of people fending only for themselves will crumble. But, just as there are other buildings in Memphis besides 100 N. Main, such as a certain church that sits beside it, we also need to tell the stories, like those that fill our scriptures, about how our world hasn’t crumbled, damaged as it is. Stories that remind us how the small acts of selfless love and creative kindness to strangers have always been how God has sustained what is good and beautiful and true in God’s world.
We read in the news that Memphis is trying to tend even to dear old 100 N. Main, even if tending means tearing down what’s been neglected for too long and beginning anew. I wonder what we as Calvary will be called upon to do and say and bear witness to as our neighborhood changes. I wonder what acts of kindness and care our neighbors will depend on. To the old, old question, “Am I my brother’s and sister’s keeper?” I wonder what a new “Yes” will look like in our lives in the days to come?
Excellent. Calvary has been and must continue to be a keeper
Amen, Margaret.
This probably should be an op-ed in The Daily Memphian.
Yes! I agree. I can’t help but think that a wider audience could benefit from this message.
Thanks, you two. Memphis benefits from the way Calvary lives out this message.
You nailed it, Ardelle. Powerful, heartfelt, timely, and beautifully written. This story should also be told from the pulpit.
I agree
So beautifully said.
Thank you is a good start.
Thank you, Cristina
What a wonderful parable you have crafted, as indeed your own caring craftsmanship as a minister at Calvary has touched, strengthened and repaired so many of our lives. Thank you.
Thank you, Ray. Grateful for your ministry, past and present, as well!
Someone (I can’t remember who) once said a home is not an edifice. It is a state of mind. I practiced law in the 100 North Main building for 14 years. Enjoyed an incredible view of the Mississippi from my office window, and a 360 degree view during lunches at Diane’s. My office home was a state of mind. It is heartbreaking for me to now see that abandoned building.
I hope the City will find a way to resurrect and tend to Calvary’s neighbor. Crosstown Concourse is a great example of what can be done.
Love this personal connection, Bill. Also the reminder that Memphis has tended to what’s seemed to far gone to bother with before.
Well said. It helps put things in perspective. Thanks, Scott.
Thank you, Peggy.
I read recently that the downtown Memphis commission is poised to buy the 100 N. Main building. I am not sure what their plan is for it but I pray that it will be a good and viable plan once they do purchase that iconic building. I have great memories of having dinners at the top of the 100 and have worked in several of those offices with the salesman in the clothing business whom we called on when I worked at US Male. It is very sad To see this building crumbling before our very eyes. Knowing Calvary as I do we will be good stewards and good neighbors to whatever replaces the 100 N. main building.
Indeed, Gary. The news has been interesting to read. And you’re right that the call to be faithful neighbors remains whatever happens. Thanks.
Love this. Sending to my children and everyone else I can think of!
Thanks for keeping the conversation going, Terre!
I love that you have the gift of teaching in parables like Jesus. Comparing the crumbling of 100 N Main to our neglect of the needs of our neighbors is a powerful vision. Raising attention to the quiet servitude of Helario in tending to the needs of Calvary is a perfect example. You continue to open our eyes to the callings all around us to look beyond ourselves.
Thank you for your kind words, Kate, and for making these connections.
Scott,
That was a really an excellent, even profound comment on ourselves, our community and, to a larger extent, our country. Your piece also encapsulated the beginning of the forgetting of the ethics we learned so clearly as a country and as individuals.
I suggest a version as an op-Ed in The New York Times. The wider the audience the better. The truths are those of the heart. They are never false and as Faulkner said, “They will endure.” So shall Calvary.
Thanks again.
What a kind and thoughtful response, Bobby. Thank you for this. The reminder that truths of the heart (which I read as deep truths, not the opinions of the day) will endure is something I need to remember and hang on to. Thanks for this.
Using 100 N. Main is a great metaphor and as members of Calvary, we can certainly relate.
Thanks, Ginny.
Thank you Scott for anchoring us our neighborhood of Memphis and reminding us that we are all connected.
And thanks for the way you’ve been tending to those connections for years, Harriet.
Beautifully written, Scott. Chock-full of poignant truth. May we have another?
Cheers,
Thanks, Beau. I don’t have another today… but more Calvary clergy blog posts to come!