Of course, it’s hard to imagine peace these days, but then again, I go to the cathedral for the 9 o’clock on Sunday mornings. There’s a carpet along the south side of the nave that’s packed with preschoolers, toys and their parents. We sit as close as we can to the potential mayhem, sometimes in the middle of it. I always marvel at the relative quiet. Playing, making friends, whispering, while the liturgy unfolds nearby. I feel as if I am sitting on the edge of a holy mountain.
The prophet Isaiah described it this way,
“The wolf shall live with the lamb, the leopard shall lie down with the kid, the calf and the lion and the fatling together, and a little child shall lead them…They will not hurt or destroy on all my holy mountain; for the earth will be full of the Lord as the waters cover the sea.”
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