Sacred Space

jerusalem this morning.

i always love it when weather slows down our lives. it reminds us that were not so big, so important, so powerful, so full of ourselves - that a little bit of precipitation can't change our priorities and let us take ourselves a little less seriously.

these bouts have always appeared to me to be a sort of sabbath rest. a sacred space. my community has been looking at sacred space ... and the time invested in doing so... this series, these conversations in prep, and in discussion afterwards, have opened my heart and mind up even more to the beauty and natural breathing that God very nearly demands we take in our lives.

i'm just coming to understand this and appreciate this with some depth. however, my wife, a teacher, has long understood the deep theological underpinnings behind a snow day ;-)