And let them make me a sanctuary, that I may dwell in their midst. –Exodus 25
This Scripture has crawled into my heart and taken a seat for the last week. For much of my life, I have made clear distinctions between the sacred and secular. When I wanted to meet with the Divine, it most likely entailed quiet times and church meetings. But the more I’ve lived life, the deeper my conviction has become to collapse the boundary between the sacred and secular. If God is ALL, then He, by nature, is encompassed in both those extremes…as well as in all the subtle shades sandwiched between.
These leads me to ponder what sanctuaries I build, seek out, and/or honor… in other words, where do I meet with God? Where does my heart encounter the Divine?
- The Outdoors. This has always been true in my life, and it is what has led Dave and I to Colorado. I know the immense of amount of suffering and injustice in the world is enough at times to make me question the existence of God, but often, all it takes for me to surrender in worship is: sitting on the swing in my backyard, listening to the wind’s conversation with the earth as interpreted through wind chimes; or hiking a local trail with Spooner frolicking off leash; or taking a moment to look up at the multitude of stars over my head like a glittering roof; or the moment I crest Genessee on I70 and see the Divide; or the sunrise creeping over the ridge across the street; or the angelic songs of birds; or the sacred bow of a horse to someone he loves; or the way the light filters through a canopy of trees overhead; or the golden ribbon of autumn’s aspens on a mountainside; or…
- My Mat. Yoga literally translates to union. And long before it was the popular workout to get dressed up for, it was an attempt to unite with the Divine–unnameable and unspeakable, yet undeniably bigger than the self. On my mat, I send my energy to others; I intercede. On my mat, I thank God for all my body is capable of; I praise. On my mat, I pause and remember my strengths and weaknesses; I reflect. On my mat, I give up what I cannot control… and perhaps what I can; I surrender. On my mat, I feel victory and joy; I worship. On my mat, I breath with others; I connect. On my mat, I am kind; I extend and accept grace.
- My Classroom. I am one of those blessed people who feels my calling and my career line up. God made me to be a teacher, and when I teach–with heart, with skill, with passion, with gratitude, with social justice, with humility, with joy, with rigor, with conviction–I am 100% aligned with God’s heart for me. That is a moment of worship like none other… and I can do it daily!
These are a few of my sanctuaries…I’d love to know some of yours!