It’s another recurring thought:
I often find myself wondering,
particularly in a sanctuary new or unfamiliar to me,
how many preachers high the space is.
How many preachers would I have to stack
on top of each other to reach from floor to ceiling?
This a perspective perhaps shaped by a growing up
full of opportunities to walk into
the dark heights of European cathedrals.
An important question though, I profess,
because while a word can fill sacred space,
a preacher never should.