We almost missed it.
The little marker on the side of the road caught our eye because of the face of Christ staring from behind the leaves. We knew the little chapel existed, but there was no giant sign or paved parking lot. The simple visitors welcome, whispered to any passerby and invited them to an experience almost other-worldly.
Hardly, in this busy life, does a simple garden path dappled in sunlight seem the only place I want to be and sometimes, it’s the only place my heart desires, even before ever experiencing it, but I crave it and know I will not find it in my busyness.
My family and I journeyed the short distance from the humble marker, down a well-marked path, across a quaint bridge, and into a chapel with the people of God pictured all around. Lord-have-mercies chanted gently in our ears, and the familiar beeswax candles and bowls of sand beckoned us to light new flames that represent our own souls participating in the holy quiet.
I love the ways of the saints—their knowing eyes and honored stories. I love the sacred spaces that are so full of color and light and incense, reminding me that God made us to commune in all aspects of His Creation—in the life, the breath, and the matter.
And this sanctuary in the woods we stumbled upon from a busy vacation to light a candle and pray—this quiet place might just look like a human heart as it should be—connected to the body of Christ, bearing a light and a song. Remembering Who God is and how much He loves His people.
I am certain it is so.
What carved out space or piece of art has brought you to a sense of reflection?
angie dicken 