I walked into the sanctuary.  The organist was playing the historic organ.   I sat down and felt something holy move through me.  Was it the architecture, the stained glass windows, the chandelier, or the music? Was it the prayers and tears and hope of generations of seekers, questioners, believers, mystics, and prophets who have brought heart and soul to this place?  Is the love of weddings, the grief of funerals and the hope of baptism tied to the space?  Is it the community of people who gather here each week? 

A community needs sacred gathering places whether gardens, coffee shops, mountains, art museums, or parks.

Is a church sanctuary a significant sacred place to those who do not worship there?

Where are your sacred places?