Where to? To Thin Places?

The early Christian Celts spoke about "thin places" -- places where world were particularly close to each other. Places where, if you were quiet enough, you could hear the murmurings of God."
The author says that Jerusalem is one of those places.

I agree. When I was there on tour, I remember my visit to the Jordan River, my Gethsemane visit taking the Lord's Supper, and my outing on the Sea of Galilee. I recall my riding of a camel on the Jericho Road and the trip to the Via Dolorosa where I bought a chalice for Beth Jordan. But, more than that, I remember the trip to the Wailing Wall. I wrote to my mother about all of these experiences. They were places "thin places" where you could hear the murmurings of God.

There are other such places in my life. The author writes, "The notion of a holy place, a place where the diverse is more than usually accessible, is ubiquitous and persistent." There are caves, sacred groves, churches even -- First Baptist Church in Charleston is one of those churches to me. I can't remember Daddy ever preaching there but it is a sacrosanct place to me--we have buried our loved ones in that place. As Arthur Nelson used to sing, "When it's glory unfold, I have riches untold, for I'm laying my treasure up there."

I shall continue to search for "thin places". It means I am alive in Christ. Yesterday I went to Martha Bray's funeral and I sat by John Bierk. I know he is an athiest but I felt sorry for him as the minister talked about "going home". I sort of wanted to ask him, "Where are you going?" and will you know it when you arrive.