Transported
As I took a quick walk around the church, the sky was a brilliant blue and the clouds a stark contrast in white. I loved how the billowing clouds drew my eyes upward, away from all the noise and distractions of life. As I took in the majesty and beauty, all else faded into the background for a while. Like walking into a grand cathedral, or climbing a mountain, or standing in an ancient forest, it was a moment of being transported.
I’ve always been fascinated with the biblical stories where people are transported. Elijah in a whirlwind and escorted by a fiery chariot. Philip in the Spirit from the waters of baptism. The resurrected Jesus ascending after speaking to his followers for the last time. Though my moments aren’t as dramatic, and though I always end up in the same physical place, they are still powerful. They lift my head and my spirit. They lift my heart and my hopes. So maybe they do transport me after all.
Peace.
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