There are places in our physical world where deeper truths feel more accessible than elsewhere. You know this.
Mountains speak to our smallness, finitude, and capacity to behold the majestic.
The visible Milky Way woos us to believe again… in more.
Beautiful structures built with wise and skilled hands awaken our longings for home.
Fire forged against inky night incites courage.
And so, by grace, we gather again at these intersections where it seems that heaven meets earth. We’re drawn to them.
“I am the LORD, the God of Abraham your father and the God of Isaac. The land on which you lie I will give to you and to your offspring. Your offspring shall be like the dust of the earth…
Behold, I am with you and will keep you wherever you go, and will bring you back to this land. For I will not leave you until I have done what I have promised you.”
Then Jacob awoke from his sleep and said, “Surely the LORD is in this place, and I did not know it.” And he was afraid and said, “How awesome is this place! This is none other than the house of God, and this is the gate of heaven.”
Genesis 28:13-17
I’m grateful for the reminder that the geography and topography of sacred places are not the only factors which make them so, but it is the gathering of persons, the overlap of lives, the intersection of stories that facilitate the transcendence we long for when we pilgrimage to a holy land. These are the reasons we revisit the intersections… and believe again.
