St Paul’s chapel stood as a sanctuary and a beacon of hope during the terrorist attacks of 9/11. Many relief workers found rest and comfort there and today the Chapel is a memorial to 9/11. The photos say more than I can so will let them speak for themselves.
I sat down in silence for a while. I hoped for transformation of the pain and anger of that day to be transformed into healing and peace. I also honoured the role of the chapel that day and I wondered:
What are our sanctuaries when we have destruction in our lives, be they people, places, silence within or even books? Where are we just allowed to feel fully? Where can we get a hug and a listening ear? Where can we get restored emotionally and spiritually? And do we give thanks enough to these beacons of hope?
I found a few answers in my heart. How about you?