A sweet friend of mine who has had an unbelievably difficult two years, sent me this article which has resonated in me and caused me to ask myself how often I go to the "thin places."

"Often when we use the term "thin," it connoted weakness, such as our patience is wearing thin, or thinning paint, or judging content to be thin.  Celtic spirituality, however, puts a completely different spin on thin.

The Celtics called something thin when the veil between this kingdom and God's becomes transparent enough for us to glimpse God's presence near us.  "Thin places," the Celtics said, are those moments when we can see God's loving hand at work in our life.  Places and moments become thin when someone remembers your pain or offers a helping hand, when words of love arrive unexpectedly, whenever a friend shares tears or belly shaking laughter.  Jesus, of course, was especially thin by Celtic definition.  In his life, we see God the most clearly.

"Thin places" are stopping places where men and women are given pause to wonder about what lies beyond the mundane rituals, the grief, trials and boredom of our day-to-day life.  They probe to the core of the human heart and open the pathway that leads to satisfying the familiar hungers and yearnings common to all people on earth, the hunger to be connected, to be a part of something greater, to be loved, to find peace.  And that "thin place" is found only in Jesus Christ."