baha'i

Ron told me that there are some hills up by Baha'i temple, so I decided to go check it out and stop by Baha'i while I'm at it (I've never been).

For those who don't know, there are 7 Baha'i temples in the world, all in different countries, and the one that happens to be in the United States is about 1 mile north of the Northwestern campus.

Baha'i was beautiful. The lawns, the waters, the marble floors and quartz walls. It even overlooked Lake Michigan on the steps. I went in with my shorts, hoodie, longboard..and I felt out of place. This place is not for me. Even if I put on a nice suit, I'd feel like I'd be pretending to belong in that place. This place was made for God.

It made me think about when Jesus died, He tore the temple veils so that he could come into us, so that our bodies could be the temple that He dwells in. Man-made temples aren't even good enough for God. Baha'i doesn't compare to his heavenly throne. Yet He chooses to dwell, not in beautiful places like Baha'i, but in me. In my broken soul.

So that me, the sinner who will never feel at home in these holy structures much less in Heaven, could also get to know Him. To belong.

On another note, the hills were pretty bad. =[