The Book of Hellena, Chapter One
1In the beginning — well, in 1930 — Denver's Greek community raised a church at the edge of Governors Park, and it was good. 2For decades it did what churches do: weddings, hymns, casseroles in the basement, light through the arched windows every morning without fail.
3Then came the unusual part. When the congregation moved on, somebody looked up into that soaring nave and had a thought that wouldn't leave: you could fit a whole house in here. 4So we built one: a matte-black tiny house standing inside the sanctuary — two bedrooms and a full bath under its own little roof, like a building that wandered indoors and decided to stay. 5The kitchen lives out in the nave, where an island the length of a pew feeds the whole congregation.
6Sixteen years of hosting and 362 testimonies later, it remains the strangest, warmest place we know. 7The entry tile has spelled WELCOME HOME since before any of us were born. We're just trying to live up to the floor.
And the people said: “wait, there's a house inside?”












