Welcome to another week on Things Unseen.

If you know the story of George Whitfield, the Englishman who was so instrumental in the first great awakening in the 18th century in the United States,

in the time of Ben Franklin and people like Jonathan

Edwards, you maybe know that whenever he went back to the University of Oxford in England

where he'd been a student, he went to kiss the spot where he remembered his experience of God's

saving grace.

Now, I don't think Quipfield believed that some places or spaces are more holy than others.

But it's true, isn't it, that if what we eat and drink is sanctified by the word of God and

prayer, there are some places that are kind of sanctified to us, at least made special to us,

and have been sanctified to us by God because

of what happened there. And this week I thought I'd reflect on some of the places in my own life

that are like that. Not because my life is so important you need to hear about it, but because

I hope my own reflections will stimulate you,

this week at least, to look back and to be filled with a sense of gratitude to God for

what he has done for you, perhaps in certain particular places. You remember the old hymn,

count your blessings, name them one by one, and it will surprise

you what the Lord has done.

And we do so easily forget.

The screensaver on my computer at one time was a photograph of the old pulpit that once

stood in St. Jarjus Tron Church in Glasgow in Scotland.

It's no longer there, actually, but it was significant to me. The pulpit itself was unusual.

The whole thing was white and stood maybe 20 feet high and was reached by a spiral staircase.

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