It IS a beautiful church, isn't it? And our church in Morehead is ALSO beautiful. They are not, however, one and the same.
The church at the top of the page is St. Canice in Kilkenny, Ireland. I have family from that area, and on our first trip there Leon took a photo of the church as a memento. It's old - over 600 years old, I think - and just walking in the door was like entering a thin place. I'm about as un-sentimental (is that a word?) as they come, but entering that place sort of caused time to fold in on itself for me. I know very little about genealogy, nor am I really interested in it, but sitting in those pews caused me to wonder about others in my past who had worshipped there.
I believe with all my heart that Holy Ground is in our hands and hearts, not under our feet. But there are places, aren't there, that just seem to be....different? Holy. Special. Teeming with energy and light and love. The Irish call those places 'thin' - that is to say, an area where heaven and earth seem close together. Those don't have to be formal assigned places, either. For years after we bought the Leonderosa, I would say, " It's OUR farm, and OUR house, and OUR barn, and OUR field, and OUR pond........but MY dock". :-) That small piece of real estate was the place many a sermon was written, many a prayer was prayed, many a blessing struggled for.
Our meditation group meets in our sanctuary, and though it may only be in my head, I am convinced that the room is warmer and kinder just from that experience.
Where is your thin place? I hope you have one. If you do, thank God for it. If you aren't aware of one, start looking and listening. And........if you're in need of one, try 227 East Main Street. It's next to the labyrinth. ( Which is also a thin place.................)