The landscape shifts subtly, the raw black rock of the far south giving way to lush mountains, secluded beaches, and sweeping views.
I had heard there was a “painted” church in Honaunau, but hadn’t planned to stop. However, when we reach the turn-off, the sign for the church seems to demand that we follow its direction. We make turn.
Even from the parking lot I can see that St. Benedict’s Catholic Church is among the most beautiful places in all of Hawaii. It is lovely and serene, the simple frame structure a perfect foil for the lush tropical plantings and distant ocean.
I could spend the entire day here, drifting through the cemeteries, mediating amid the flowers in this tropical paradise.
The church’s cool dim interior provides a perfect contrast.
The lively paintings that cover every surface were intended to edify worshipers, but they are simple, joyous expressions of the great goodness of God. A goodness manifested in this place.