A Thin Place is a place where heaven and the physical worlds meet. The Celts use this word to describe the moments or places in our lives where the veil parts a little and we taste the sacredness or catch of glimpse of heaven.
In Germany a few years back, exploring the monastery ruins in Disibonenberg, I felt the presence and walked the grounds with Hildegard of Bingen. Disibon, a missionary from Ireland to that area, built the monastery in the 600s. Perhaps he did create a thin place there.
Recently I read a book of hope and healing titled Thin Places, a memoir by Mary Demuth. I recommend her haunting story about her broken childhood and the healing that takes places when she discovered God in her thin places.
Even though I received this book at no cost in exchange for posting a review, I do highly recommend its reading. I also think Thin Places would make a great book club or small group discussion.
Storytellers and writers will appreciate the rich language of this memoir. “Age grants me a surprising blessing: I understand true life doesn’t happen when I constantly gaze backwards, mulling over all the injustices others have done or I have done to others. Life is a tiptoeing anticipating of the future.”
Wisdom blooms from Mary’s brokenness: “The only way to turn around envy is to offer gratitude for what you have – to give thanks for what God has done in you and for you…The more gratitude, the closer we are to the whispers of Jesus.”
Where I experienced a thin place on an exciting vacation, Mary allows her heart to visit the hurts of the past, touching the thin places of painful memories. That takes courage and honesty.
Reminds me of the quote by Carl Jung: “Bidden or not bidden, God is present.”
Bidden or unbidden God is always with us. In good times or painful times, God is present. In times we can’t see Him or in the thin places of life, God is present.
Where in your life have you experienced a thin place?