A number of
years ago at my home church in San Diego, they built an outdoor labyrinth in
the back corner of the church property. I walked by it often. I knew it was
used for prayer, but I was always suspicious that it was syncretistic, melding
some sort of weird spirituality into Christian prayer. Why do we have a
labyrinth?
It was with
this same curiosity that I stood on the pebble mat on Monday and breathed deep,
holding a question in my mind like a fragile egg, trying to prepare myself for
the experience. I took a
