When we were growing up my sister and I knew Arlo Guthrie’s Alice’s Restaurant off by heart, including the full monologue. Long story. Nevertheless I never had a fantasy of actually living in a church. I was looking for a cheap property/house/loft/black hole in Vancouver’s downtown eastside in 2002, when prices were a lot lower around here, and suddenly this small, rundown wooden church came up for sale. On a lark I made an appointment to see it, but more for a friend rather than for myself. Two days later I ended up owning it, something I’ve regretted more than once. Hundreds of people have told me they’ve always wanted to live in a church. But truly I don’t recommend converting a church or any other non-house building into a living space. Trust me when I say it’s not for most people. It is quite a bit hairier than trying to fix up a regular house. Even without altering the basic structure, footprint, roofline or even any of the rooms/doors/walls, it’s much more fraught than your average house renovation. For one thing, houses are built vertically for a reason—smaller foundation, smaller drain tile perimeter trench, smaller roof, fewer gutters… not to mention the fact that heat travels upward. For another, houses contain storage! Cupboards! Internal walls to place storage units against! A little church, on the other hand, has none of those things. It’s effectively a chilly barn with an enormous roof that will bankrupt you to replace. My place is livable now, but it has been an exhausting DIY repair, 8 years and counting as of 2010. Constant hustling for money to keep it afloat—in my case, the money was raised by renting it out for TV and movie shoots. Thank god for all those TV shows I never watch! Hollywood has paid for many renovations in this neighbourhood, not just mine.
And if you think decorating in a small space is hard, try having all your stuff visible in one big room. It immediately defaults to a sort of thrift furniture warehouse fiasco.
For more photos and information about the church and its renovation, see the Flickr set.
Below you can see the church as it looked when I moved in. The pool table and plastic faux-Mississippi-steamboat fans were the first things I disposed of, after some unmentionable items and animal remains. At that point the star and cross were still on the roof, nailed straight into the shingles and creating major leaks. Jesus may have been a carpenter, but the church volunteers really weren’t.
I took the above photo during the realtor’s open house, the first day I saw the place, and this is pretty much how I inherited it. It included the 1970s cheap green pews and the pool table. Notice the dark ceiling, the dark wainscotting the whole way down the room, the dark red douglas fir floor, the after-market gothic reveal in the altar, and the jade trim.
Above is the same room in 2006, a few weeks after the floors were sanded, bleached and sealed. In 2007 the altar area became a warmer fireplace alcove with a high-efficiency wood stove, below:
The giant timber bamboo in the altar area, above, was brought inside as a party decoration when it was still green. A heavy snowfall had snapped the stems in the garden outside. After a month or two it turned the same blond colour as the ceiling and somehow I never took it back outside. Without it the whole place is a bit blank and austere.
When first built, the church was just a little 40-person church. Oddly, it was oriented sideways to the street, probably because there was still a house at the back of the lot, built back in 1902. The early church was erected at some point in the early 1930s (scant information in the city archives). Only a few years later, in 1935, one side of the church was knocked out, replaced by an I-beam, and the building was expanded down the length of the property. Now, even though the church seems as if it’s all one room, there are many signs of the fact that it is actually two churches joined together in a T. The ceiling trusses and floorboards run in different directions in the two sections, for one thing (you can see this in the photo further below, the one with the ceiling fans). And for another, there are two altars, one on the east side, one on the south.
Photos above and below show the front area, once the tiny original church. This section of the church houses the front entrance, office (here you can see a temporary desk), and to the right are the master bedroom and bathroom. Above, the front doors used to be obscured by a hanging room divider made from British army snow camouflage netting. This has been replaced by a tall white rolling wardrobe that doubles as a privacy pony wall, an item that becomes necessary when your front doors are at street level. For more information on each photo, click on the image. Below, you can see one of the only two original pews remaining from the earliest days of the church – they’re made out of the same Douglas fir as the building and have crosses carved into the each side. The greenish pews from the 60s were cheap and had no redeeming features, so l I broke them up so that the heavy, old-growth Douglas fir could be re-used, including for an indoor swing that is yet to be installed.
Above is a view into the bedroom. The bed lies inside the church’s original altar which is in the form of a 5-sided cupola. The bed platform is just a reconstruction of the original altar stage. The stage had been removed by a previous owner.
Everyone wants to know if it feels weird to sleep in an altar. No, it doesn’t. What should sleeping in an altar feel like? Are people wondering if angels come down?
After wondering if the place had been deconsecrated, I did some research and found that there is, in fact, no such thing as deconsecration, which if it existed would essentially be the removal of a blessing and thus the rough equivalent of a curse. It’s encouraging that Christian churches don’t remove blessings, not because I believe in blessings, but because the idea of removing them seems a bit snarky. When a church sells its building and removes all the altar paraphernalia and the congregation, the place automatically becomes a secular structure. There is in fact a long tradition, going back millennia, of ex-churches being used for other purposes. These included shops and the stabling of animals. Neighbourhood kids used to ask if the place is haunted, but if it is, I’ve never noticed it. If it’s haunted, it’s haunted by the ghosts of the many cats and birds and rodents who died in the crawlspace, and whose skeletal remains, uncounted numbers of them, I had to bury in the garden. And a raccoon. I have photos of all of this in a file called “church horrors” but they are too disturbing to publish.
The worst of the projects are now finished, including the epic sanding of the ceiling, substitution of drywall for plaster, insulation of all walls, ceiling and roof, refinishing of floors, re-roofing, pouring of a concrete slab underneath, minor updating of the kitchen and general repair and maintenance. It just needs much more storage. For more photos of the process, see below or click on photos to go to the Flickr set.