Your sanctuary is
where your sanctuary is.
I have several.
filled with the people I love.
My yard –
sky ceiling, changing cloud patterns,
grass carpet, clover, bare patches, toys.
My church –
o sweet refuge,
My church, my place of love,
of healing . . .
You can’t tell a person where their sanctuary is.
Because it is where it is.
And that’s where they will go.
I have gone alone into my church’s sanctuary,
sat on the floor behind the pulpit,
and gazed at the cross.
I don’t understand,
but it doesn’t matter;
I know where I want to be,
and I am there as often as possible.
It’s not heaven;
it’s not perfect.
I have been deeply wounded there, actually.
But I have also been deeply healed.
The Spirit has not always moved as I wanted it to,
but it has always moved,
and I show up again,
waiting for the next current
to push me where I need to go.
If a person who is discovering
that they are more different than they thought,
(oh God, what am I going to do,
what are they going to say,
who will love me,
where will I go???)
cannot come into the sanctuary
and sit on the floor behind the pulpit
and gaze at the cross
and not understand,
but know that it is all right –
it is not the cross’s fault,
it is not the building’s fault
and it is certainly not God’s fault;
it is the fault of the people making the rules
that keep the sanctuary
from being the sanctuary.
A club is a club.
A church is a church.
I’m not saying that our unexpected ancestors
should have been at church in the wee hours
instead of at a club,
dancing, having fun, seeking whatever they were seeking . . .
the same thing we all are seeking.
But if the club was the only place
where they could be themselves,
be seen, be heard,
love exuberantly . . .
then we have turned God’s house
into a den of robbers
who have stolen something
that was never intended to be only ours in the first place.
is a sanctuary
If it is not for everyone,
then it is
a pretty building,
a pleasant space,
but you better read the rules
before you enter,
go someplace else,
because what you hoped would provide sanctuary,
your soul will soon recognize,