Cathedrals of My Life

I was talking with my mom yesterday about life and family and she remarked that the last summer she saw Marsha she had told her that Marsha was the best thing that ever happened to me. I might debate that from the perspective of my relationship with Christ, but certainly in a human being she was profoundly right. I began to thing however about the places where I found God, what I might call the cathedrals of my life. Some were large and elaborate like St. Thomas Taunton, one was rough and plain as in the Tad Bowers Memorial Chapel at Camp Dennen, others were the chapel at the Oblate Center in Natick where I made my Cursillo, Trinity Wrentham, Holy Spirit Mattapan, the Church of the Resurrection Surfside and All Saints Whitman. They all brought God to me in very profound and important ways. God was in all those temples, but perhaps more available to me was the Christ in Marsha, one temple of the Holy Spirit. Often churches and worship wake me to the presence of God in a new way or a fresh beginning, but in my day to day life my prayer time and Marsha were the most common catalysts to help me see and understand God's will. We should never forget that at the top of creations order is not any man made cathedral but rather human beings. Too often we worship what we have made and downgrade what God has made. Even atheists worship all the things man has made, even their own ideas, but they neglect to see what God has made, a temple for His very presence. Marsha is not the only one either you know, just the one that meant the most to my journey. We can each be a cathedral to those around us as we let Christ's light shine through us.