I went for a walk in September last year. I walked and prayed for over 200 miles.
And I wondered, What if Jesus Christ really is The Way?
Not just the goal. No. What if He is the road we walk? What if He carries us continuously? Wouldn't that mean that everywhere I step is Holy Ground? What would my life look like if I lived that way?
Today is the first day of National Poetry Month. I challenge you, and I challenge myself, to notice the sacred in today. The essence of poetry is the same as the essence of prayer--paying attention with your entirety. What if you are standing, right now, on Holy Ground? What if you treated the person in front of you as Holy? What if this moment, this object, this...This was sacred?
My Sacred List for the month of April begins with these:
1. Warmth and the smell of applewood just beginning to push back the cold in the morning, thanks to the hands of my beloved who rose before me and braved the cold floor to make a fire.
2. A text--a smiley emoticon from my 19 year old son away at college.
3. My yoga mat. It used to belong to my father, now I use it to connect my spirit to my body and to pray for the people with whom God populates my heart while I'm stretching.
What's on your list? I would love a glimpse into your sacred life if you are willing to share in the comments.
Thank you. And. Happy National Poetry Month!