On Transfiguration Sunday, Steve Halsted began his sermon with what sounded to me to be a psalm. He has given permission to me to print it for you. May it speak to your Spirit.
If you have ever watched a baby being born, you have been on Holy ground.
If you have experienced the rapture of true love, you have been on Holy ground.
If you have ever been welcomed home after a traumatic separation of time to a warm, secure embrace, you have expereinced something about Holy ground.
If you have lost yourself in creative work, losing sense of time or place, you have entered into Holy territory.
If you have heard a moving story that has brought tears to your eyes or dissolved you into shrieks of laughter, something Holy has seized you.
If the rapture of heavenly music has carried you away, you have floated over Holy ground.
If the way the moonlight played on the waves of the ocean transfixed your soul, then you have waded into the Holy.
If you have been held spell-bound, no doubt you were entering Holy territory!
Whenever we are dazzled,
Whenever we are transfixed,
Something Holy happens!
If you have ever watched a baby being born, you have been on Holy ground.
If you have experienced the rapture of true love, you have been on Holy ground.
If you have ever been welcomed home after a traumatic separation of time to a warm, secure embrace, you have expereinced something about Holy ground.
If you have lost yourself in creative work, losing sense of time or place, you have entered into Holy territory.
If you have heard a moving story that has brought tears to your eyes or dissolved you into shrieks of laughter, something Holy has seized you.
If the rapture of heavenly music has carried you away, you have floated over Holy ground.
If the way the moonlight played on the waves of the ocean transfixed your soul, then you have waded into the Holy.
If you have been held spell-bound, no doubt you were entering Holy territory!
Whenever we are dazzled,
Whenever we are transfixed,
Something Holy happens!