One of today’s arresting trains of thought has been about ‘thin places.’
Carrying on from my collection of words yesterday, I guess it is still about connections. A ‘thin’ place is where you feel connected to God.
For one dear friend, that means going to Stockport. The holy city of Leigh, where I might find similar, does not do it for me.
For many the taking the bread and wine is such a place. A place of mystery – you can’t bottle it – and you can’t sum it up in one phrase. It is a place with opened possibilities. The membrane between heaven and earth (not that I’m saying there is such an actual thing) is specially permeable.
But like Jacob’s dream, the angels are popping up and down a ladder through the loft hatch.
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For me, I realise, it is not so much a place, but where others are, who are open. That truth of the verse ‘a broken and contrite spirit God will not despise’ and the one that speaks ‘draw close to God, and he will draw close to you’ are where I’m coming from. In the presence of sacrifice, by that I mean someone becoming humble before God, draws us in, and it becomes a thin place. Thin places are opened for me by others.
Though, even as Jesus created wafer thin places with healing, some were totally unmoved, totally unaware, even more entrenched in their own reality. Not everyone enters. I guess often I don’t enter either. Our attention can be diverted, and we only get a hint of grace.
Thin places are places of prayer.
We all need to spend time dwelling in Stockport.