Thin places

Now the heavens start to whisper, 
as the veil is growing thin. 
Earth from slumber wakes to listen
to the stirring, faint within...
---Mary Louise Bringle

In Celtic spirituality, there are spaces where the division between the physical world and the spirit world grow 'thin', allowing for a sort of supernatural transfer between realms. In these thin places, all kinds of magic might happen.
Christianity surely has at least two 'thin places' in its story. One, the moment of Jesus' death on the cross, is marked by a literal thinning of the veil --- the heavy curtain in the Temple at Jerusalem, separating the presence of God from the presence of God's people, is ripped open from top to bottom, ending forever constructed separation between God and us. The other thin place is surely the moment of God's 'crossing over' --- the Creator of the universe taking on the skin of a creature, Word becoming the frailest of flesh. It is this thinning that we await during the Advent season.
God presents us with this thin place --- do you hear the whispered invitation? Dare we step in?


...so here we stand, whoever we are,
bathed in the light of a star...