"The word thinplace is a celtic term for a place where the veil between heaven and earth is thin, a place where heaven and earth seem to touch. A place where you experience God and can feel his presence most easily. Everyone has experienced thinplace. It might be the beach, or in the mountains, or watching the sunset. It might be when you practice yoga or run or cycle. The Celtic Christians believed there were specific physical places that were thinplaces and these became places of prayer and often a monastery was built near by.
After visiting some of these thinplaces, in the UK and Ireland, Rob and I wondered how we might experience thinplace in everyday life? So we began hosting thinplace gatherings in Cincinnati about 6 years ago."
This is a kind of fellowship with art and journaling and talk and food. If you want to know more about it, visit Lilly's blog at freerangeworship.com
So this was my first time and I really liked it and will go back. And I should admit that I was feeling pretty down before I got there for reasons that have nothing to do with the content of the meeting but might have affected my response to the passages we read last night. The first was Pslam 19, which I love, and Mark 8:27-38, which I've always found pretty problematic.
Here's a link to the NIV version: https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark%208:27-38 Go read it. I'll wait.
Does anyone else have a problem with Jesus calling Peter "Satan"? Is it just me? I get to that part and then I get stuck at Peter and how it must have stung to get called out like that by the rabbi he obviously adores and wants to follow. My gut response is something akin to LOLspeak because all I can think is, "Jesus, U R doing it rong." He's a like a walking, talking scriptural facepalm. His intentions are golden, but he almost always manages to do or say exactly the wrong thing. In the middle of all this talk about aspiring to divinity in word and deed, here is Peter being awkward, being so wrong, just trying to get the hang of being so horribly and wonderfully human.
So everyone else seemed to get the big picture and relate it to their lives and it was great and their art was beautiful. In my head it was all Peter all the time and how it must have sucked to be in Peter's sandals right then. I ended up thinking about the season of the year. We'd also talked about Rosh Hashanah, which starts on Sunday. (Happy 5776, y'all!) So during the forty-five minutes we spent meditating and making art, here's what I drew:
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