Sacred

Sacred

Every human, every action. If we believe we are the masterpiece, the poema of God (Ephesians) - it’s all sacred, every step.

I’m sitting in the meditation room at The Grotto in NE Portland - writing. A safe haven and sanctuary in the midst of the loud city.

This place has created an environment that help many find sacred space in the mind and heart.

I know many may balk at the idea of “meditation.” Did I mention this is a Catholic institution I’m sitting in right now? That may send some scurrying.

Why is it that now, I hold this place so sacred, but was so convinced they were the mark of the beast as a child? I’m a chaplain now.

Environments matter, states of mind matter… if we are walking poems and prayers and we have the personalities that need peace to do our jobs, we must find places that help us get there from time to time.

Jesus called us to peaceful solitude to reflect on Him, pray, seek His presence, His peace, His word for us for the day.

If you had all the money in the world, what environment would you create for others and yourself to find peace and healing?

Mine would look something like what my sister in Christ commissioned and created here at The Grotto.