Sanctuary

A wee meditative action for Sunday. This takes place after the sermon and reflects being a place of sanctuary quite different from the pressures and worries of the world where worry can be 'healed' through being a place of compassion. Perhaps this is the church. As each line is spoken, a lily is brought forward.


Sanctuary:
a place where the dust of the world can be removed and feet are washed in fresh water that makes the journey possible again

Sanctuary:
a place where worry meets compassion and compassion loves worry enough to carry it a while

Sanctuary:
a place where the weight of darkness is lifted a little and does not bear so heavily on your shoulders

Sanctuary:
a place where real laughter cracks the silence sufficiently to let through the light, enough that it cannot be put back

Sanctuary:
a place where that which is outside cannot harm that which is inside, and let’s what is inside take deep breathes of fresh, clean life once more

Sanctuary:
a place where time stands still so there is always enough to listen and hold and restore what worry has broken

Sanctuary:
a place where the gift of encouragement is generous and unconditional

Sanctuary:
the place where God holds the hand of those the world has hurt, and with a knowing squeeze leads them back into the world, together.

Sanctuary:
the trysting place, the safe place, the bread and wine place, the Jesus place, the life-giving place, where lilies grow and where the sparrow find a nest.