I took a train to the airport and looking out the window in South Seattle or so, I saw a plastic sign on a church with large, red letters stating "THIS IS HOLY GROUND."
I got pissed by this comment.
My blood started to boil and my fists were mid-clench when I said to my self:
"Whoa, Riles, before you turn into the Hulk on us, why don't you think about and analyze why that comment made you so angry?"
So I did...
Besides the fact that I was probably hungry and tired...
The comment on the church implies that there is such a thing as unholy ground.
What ground is not holy?
Does unholy ground exist?
Why do I care?
Does it matter?
What was their intent?
My Jesuit-influenced education has trained me to try and see God in all things and therefore holiness or awesome-ness (ie something worth revering) exists in every part of this holy planet, right?
Per usual, I'm full of questions with no answers.
Type "Rilke on questions" in Google if the lack of answers makes you as uneasy as it does me.
Until next time, take care.
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