A Sacred Place

I have spent much time inside churches, either with a camera in my hand, a guitar across my lap or as a parishioner of the congregation. For those reasons church no longer feels like a sacred place to me. It feels more like an organizational establishment and workplace than a place of communion. Except when the church is empty. When it's empty, I can look into my own mind and feel the prayers and love that has been placed into the house of worship. The manner of my own thoughts move toward a mindful rest. I can sense all of the past art and culture that went into the make up of this building. The role that this building has in society today is
sacred. With the nurturing of this moment I choose to enjoy this holy