There are sacred spaces in the world—truly. Spaces where God is so comfortable that he regularly visits them. In the Bible, these spaces are regularly filled with fire and water, darkness and winds, and the very elements being rearranged in glorious fashion. It is hard to understand but no less true that sitting in front of a kiln is just such a spot. I have been doing this for years, sitting with The Great Ancient Text, a great cup filled with good coffee in front of a roaring warm kiln. It is as common as dawn but as holy as a burning bush. I know this seems overly dramatic or even fantasying of the faithfully dim but one can only speak of that which he experiences and of where it regularly happens and of Whom is always there.
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