In my old life, I once wrote an article about my fascination with sacred places. As a child and as an adult, I spent countless hours walking the battlefields of Manassas/ Bull Run, Vicksburg, and Yorktown.
Sacred places, those are.
Holy ground, if you will.
Points on the compass worthy of our honor and respect.
In Celtic tradition, what I call sacred might best be described as thin places.
Thin places are locations where the veil between this world and the next is thin. And, for whatever reason one can feel the sacred nature.
Old battlefields do that to me. Every time.
My ancestry is for the most part Scottish/Irish and German. I may not be a good Irishman or Scot, but I am achingly fascinated with the idea of thin places.
In every battlefield I have ever visited, I have unexpectedly found an eery spot where my hair stood on end and chill bumps arose–a place where I felt a communion/ kinship with those who fought, bled, and died there.
You can laugh at my words or think me silly or daft. I am good with that. I am also good with believing there are certain places where the veil between worlds is thin.
I long for the day when the veil is torn away. When thin places are no more. When this world and the next are no longer separated.
In the meantime, I crave thin places and thin moments. I desperately want to feel communion with my boy. I’d love to have dreams where he came to me.
Instead, what I have today is a paper thin faith.
Some days I am stronger. But not today.
No, not today.
Paper Thin Faith.
Maybe you have been there.
Maybe you too have experienced a faith that is so very, very fragile.
When faith is paper thin, it is all you can do to just hold on.
God, I cannot wrestle at all today. I would be more apt to scream or curse at you. I am sick of the platitudes. I am weary of hearing how good you are especially when it feels more like absence at best or unconcern at worst. My faith is thin. Paper thin. At this moment, it wouldn’t take much to tear it completely apart. I am weary of you. So today, while I don’t have any reason for great expectations, please let me just sit here awhile and try to hold on. And God, would it be to much to have just a momentary encounter with a thin place or a thin time…