Finding the holy in places others may not see.
Turn right at the mailboxes and drive down a twisting, winding dirt road. There’s a two acre plot on the mountain tucked under the tall pines. In the time I’ve spent there recently, I’ve discovered holy ground. Holy, not just because it’s in the beautiful Colorado mountains, but holy because it’s littered with what others would think of as trash, as junk, as rubbish.
If you know the man who owns the place, you know where others see trash, he sees treasure. Take a few moments and walk around the place with him and he will tell you about every item, every project, every venture. The rusted, dented body of a car in the throes of restoration. The pieces and parts he’s gathered to build something new. He’ll tell you how much he paid, taking pride in the good deals he finds, and he’ll tell you how much it will soon be worth.
He takes what the world has discarded or cheapened and touched it with his knowledge, his artistic and creative abilities, his meticulous care. He does it because he can. Because he loves to. Does that not remind you of the heart of our God?
Just like our Heavenly Father who takes someone the world has discarded, someone deemed unworthy and with no value, someone in need of divine attention and, with painstaking love and care, restores heart, life, and beauty into the person, making her who she is created to be. A person of treasure because of the Artist’s touch.
Finding God in places others may not see.