I think we can create sacred spaces, as well. It can be a deliberate thing.
In writing, in creating, in music. In the tradition of the Church. In prayer. In the trappings so many find extraneous to worship...
Tuesday night, driving to Unity from Saskatoon with Mom, I talked about how I'm a traditionalist. I love old churches - the old stone buildings, with the exquisitely crafted stained glass windows. The beauty of vestments, especially when those vestments were made by hand, with love for the one who wears them. The old blue hymnbook. The familiarity and beauty of the prayers we use in our services - both BAS and BCP.
I wrote, at the Traced Image concert, of how I find God and how I am found by Him in music, in the space of worship, in the beauty of creating and expression. I wrote of how finite words are, how they cannot express everything I need to say to Him.
Holy Places, Sacred Spaces... these are elusive, at times. I do not believe that any one place can necessarily be holy and sacred at all times. I believe it is possible to be so, but so much of holiness and sanctification has to do with attitude that our perception can dilute God's presence. And if we do not perceive something as being holy or sacred, then is it truly holy and sacred at that moment?
I am going to create a holy place in my bedroom. I hope to purchase the materials necessary for this building project tonight. It will be a simple table, with some shelves above it. And I will keep my candles on the shelves, and my prayer pamphlets, prayer books, Bible, and prayer journals will stay on the main of the table. I will have hangings for it, too. I will make it holy and sacred, for that is where I will pray each day.
I am thinking about spiritual direction, being a spiritual director. It is an interesting thought, something I had not heard of until I was talking with Mom on Tuesday. It may be where my hermiting takes me, in the end. We shall see.
Drawn at the ordination. A picture for Jonathan.
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