It's been a few years since I first encountered the phrase "thin places." I wish I could recall precisely where I read or heard it––my best guess is that it was during my seminary studies––but I'll never forget the chord it struck with me, because of what it conveys. The notion of thin places is especially popular in Celtic spirituality, and has to do with the idea that there are some places––not necessarily physical locations––where the presence of the divine is most tangible, most real . I can myself point to a number of experiences wherein God's closeness was so overwhelming that even if for a moment I felt we could be no closer. My baptism. Most every time I've baptized another. The sharing of the Eucharist in nursing facilities. Conversing with persons who are incarcerated. Worshiping with congregations of other racial and ethnic identities. These are the sorts of places that, for me, are so "thin" that it feels as if heaven and ear...
"For it is by grace you have been saved through faith, and this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God." -Ephesians 2.8