We should be astonished at the goodness of God, stunned that He should bother to call us by name, our mouths wide open at His love, bewildered that at this very moment we are standing on holy ground.
The only use of a knowledge of the past is to equip us for the present. The present contains all that there is. It is holy ground; for it is the past, and it is the future.
Seymour once said that all we do our whole lives is go from one little piece of Holy Ground to the next. Is he ever wrong?
Tread softly! All the earth is holy ground.
Ay, call it holy ground, The soil where first they trod, They have left unstained, what there they found,- Freedom to worship God.
Wherever a dancer stands is holy ground.
The relationship, the marriage, the commitment, the partnership... This is the holy ground.
For that moment, at least, all our doors and windows were wide open; we were not carefully shutting out God's purifying light, in order to feel safe and secure; we were bathed in the same light that burned and yet did not consume the bush. We walked barefoot on holy ground.
The Graces sought some holy ground, Whose sight should ever please; And in their search the soul they found Of Aristophanes.
Often we come home from a sharing session with a feeling that something precious has been taken away from us or that holy ground has been trodden upon.
Be patient with yourself. Self-growth is tender; it's holy ground. There's no greater investment.
The more deeply you understand other people, the more you will appreciate them, the more reverent you will feel about them. To touch the soul of another human being is to walk on holy ground.