Have you heard the term “Thin Places”?
It comes from the Celtic Tradition. A location or a moment, where the sense of the Sacred is closer than close. The veil parts. The space between the divine and human has narrowed.
A Thin Place.
My guess is you’ve probably experienced it. Maybe didn’t put this name to it – but you’ve been there. The conversation that went to a depth unlike any others. Observing the magnificence of the Grand Canyon for the first time – or tenth time. A flower pokes its head out of frozen ground. Looking into your rescued puppy’s deep brown eyes that say “thank you for loving me” Who can put words to a Thin Place? Who can explain an encounter with the Divine? But you know something different has just happened. Deep down in your soul. You know.
OMG. . .In So Many Ways. A Thin Place.
Today is the first Sunday in Advent. Prompted me to try yet another church. Perhaps it was the Holy Spirit giving me the nudge. Whatever the reason, I was supposed to be there this morning.
OMG. . .In So Many Ways. A sermon on the Thin Places!
Really? The minister in this Methodist Church was going to talk about the Thin Places? Yes. He was. And he did. But this First Sunday in Advent he posed a question. Could we be a Thin Place for someone else? Might we come alongside a friend at just the time they need a Thin Place encounter? Could we be conduits for God? Perhaps by our listening, offering ourselves, reaching out – we might be setting the stage for a Thin Place experience.
The thought won’t leave me. It haunts me.
Me. A Thin Place. You. A Thin Place.
Advent. . . a time of waiting for Christ. . .and looking for Thin Places. Being a Thin Place.
OMG. . .In So Many Ways.
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