The most common reaction to the divine presence throughout history has been terror. Love is a consuming fire. We cannot embrace the Christian God of love without great consequences.
We have a name for the places where people have tended to run into God: thin places. They are sacred sites frequented most often by people who are drawn into the divine flame of love.
When my husband and I went on a pilgrimage to ancient holy sites in Scotland back in 2007, we walked in many such thin places. The draw toward the love of God felt nearer there, like kindling ready for the fire, especially on Iona.
At its best, marriage is a thin place, drawing us closer to God in the dailiness of work and families and bread and tea. It is the hearth, where fire turns our efforts into food and drink and warmth.
Today, I am releasing a story of God and a woman and a man, a journey through grief, love, and mysticism in places worn thin by the footsteps of saints. The Stone Pillowis set on the isles of Mull and Iona, where evidence of saints’ lives lie hidden in the open air. I hope that the story will embolden you to walk the thin places in your life and to be not afraid.
Legend has it that any maiden who rests her head on St. Tredwell’s Stone Pillow will see the face of her true love.
Ariadne runs from love all the way to the edges of the world. Her work as an elite scholar of medieval Christian artifacts allows her to shelter her heart behind the stones she studies – until she meets Angus, her equal in everything but fear.
Together they’ll discover if hearts with room for legends have room for love.