I have this sacred memory. It was the summer of 2010. The previous 4 years had been difficult. But now I was in Rennes, France on my honeymoon. While my wife was napping. I went for a walk in the old town. I sat down at an outdoor table on the cobbled street. I watched the pedestrians stroll past the 5oo year old buildings that faced me. I ordered a beer, one I’d never heard of, Picon Biere. It’s flavour was a surprise that I couldn’t identify at first–oranges?! This beer was incredible. The setting was incredible.
Then I experienced this feeling of profound peace. It was a gift of grace. I’d never felt this so strongly before. This for me is a sacred memory.
I have no doubt this feeling had a transcendent source. God was behind it somehow. I don’t know what it meant, but I carry it with me always.
Dostoyevsky wrote of these moments:
People talk to you a great deal about your education, but some good, sacred memory, preserved from childhood, is perhaps the best education. If a man carries many such memories with him into life, he is safe to the end of his days, and if one has only one good memory left in one’s heart, even that may sometime be the means of saving us.
I’m curious about your sacred moments. Do other people have them? I don’t hear much talk about them. If you are willing to share them, post them in the comment section.