Thin places have become my resolution this year. I want to see them. I want to be a part of them. I want to be expecting them like Simeon and Anna sitting on the temple steps, never giving up hope that the incarnation of God’s Spirit would yet come.
Church can come in many different forms. It may include a traditional building, it may not own a lick of property. It may have traditional worship services, it may have atypical gatherings in settings not often thought of as sacred.
How would one begin to walk with the spiritually curious, accomplished Seattleite? Where would one begin to engage in the story of Jesus in a culture disoriented to the Gospel story?