You don’t have to travel thousands of miles to find a thin place.
In fact, it’s important to find them in your everyday life. But, you have to be looking for them. Here are three thin places that I try to visit on a regular basis.
Not all those who wander are lost
You don’t have to travel thousands of miles to find a thin place.
In fact, it’s important to find them in your everyday life. But, you have to be looking for them. Here are three thin places that I try to visit on a regular basis.
Each time I approach Elmina Castle on the Cape Coast of Ghana, I am struck by the beauty of its setting. The Castle sits on a bluff looking out over the Atlantic Ocean. 
Swaying palms. Breaking waves. Shimmering white sand on an endless beach. Blazing saffron sunsets.
However, the beauty is counterfeit. Evil permeates Elmina.
The Old City in Jerusalem is chockablock with thin places.
Countless worship and pilgrimage sites for the three Abrahamic faiths are packed within one square kilometer.
I find it all overwhelming. For the most part I have not experienced the transcendent power of being in a thin place when I am in the Old City.
There is one exception to this.
Have you ever had the sensation that the barrier between the temporal and the eternal has become porous or indeed disappeared entirely? Then you’ve found a “thin place.” One of my goals in this blog is to share my experiences of those places with you so that you can be on the lookout as well.
Middle Path runs right through the center of Kenyon College in Gambier, Ohio. The Middle Path, or as Anglicans and Episcopalians call it, the via media, is the path between Roman Catholicism and Puritanism. It is by following the via media that one comes closest to finding the truth. But, can you also find God on Middle Path?
Earlier this summer, over 50 faith leaders from diverse religious traditions gathered in the buildings along Kenyon College’s Middle Path. We came to find the voices we want to use in the public square.
I can’t say whether I found my voice. That is for others to judge. What I do know is that I heard God’s voice.

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