(For Sunday August 10)
Sanctuary. Even the very word I feel grateful for. Perhaps because just the meaning brings peace to me, not to mention the actual space of a sanctuary. There is something about a church sanctuary that sets my soul to rest. I feel like my soul takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. Maybe it is the smell of the wood used for the pews, the light shining through the stained glass, the sacred silence. Clearly I am talking of sanctuaries in days gone by and not today's warehouse, industrial spaces. Ick. I'm sorry (well I'm actually not but you know what I mean) but today's sanctuaries are anything but what the purpose of one is. I am grateful for the safety that sanctuary provides, both in literal sense and emotional sense. I could sit in one all day long and be content to be. It is just about the only thing I miss in traditional church, although truth is I haven't sat in a real sanctuary in years, not since I was in early elementary. Lord, give me sanctuary.
Sanctuary. Even the very word I feel grateful for. Perhaps because just the meaning brings peace to me, not to mention the actual space of a sanctuary. There is something about a church sanctuary that sets my soul to rest. I feel like my soul takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. Maybe it is the smell of the wood used for the pews, the light shining through the stained glass, the sacred silence. Clearly I am talking of sanctuaries in days gone by and not today's warehouse, industrial spaces. Ick. I'm sorry (well I'm actually not but you know what I mean) but today's sanctuaries are anything but what the purpose of one is. I am grateful for the safety that sanctuary provides, both in literal sense and emotional sense. I could sit in one all day long and be content to be. It is just about the only thing I miss in traditional church, although truth is I haven't sat in a real sanctuary in years, not since I was in early elementary. Lord, give me sanctuary.
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