My wife, Ingrid, comes home today from a spiritual retreat in New Mexico. While talking with her briefly yesterday, we discussed the idea of Holy Ground and our perception of what makes it Holy. Then, I found this piece online last night that introduced a beautiful new paradigm to my awareness.
Approaching
Our first response in approaching
another people,
another culture,
another religion,
is to take off our shoes
for the place we are approaching is holy.
Else we may find ourselves treading on another's dream.
More serious still,
we may forget...
that God was here
before our arrival.
We have, at our church, a lovely worship leader who never wears shoes while she sings. Months went by before I asked her why she chose to remain bare foot. After all, I really like shoes and I thought it weird that she never wore them. She explained that once, before a vocal performance in a Night Club, she was going to be singing Gospel songs. She began to feel "out of place" and then God spoke to her backstage and told her to remove her shoes, that she was on Holy Ground. She has rarely worn shoes since. I find it both wonderful and comforting that God claims a bar as a Holy place. I wonder where else we might find Holy ground. I imagine, it's all around.