I’ve been thinking of the word sacred a lot lately. My oldest son was baptized today, and that moment was sacred, an overwhelming feeling of joy and importance rolled up together.
There are many times in my life where I have felt that something was sacred. Some of it has been religious moments: in the temple, in church meetings, or during personal scripture study. But there have been lots of other moments too.
Going to the mountains. Christmas morning feels sacred. The births of my children. Moments when I closely connect with someone else. Service to others. Funerals. Weddings.
Maybe that feeling of sacredness is being able to connect with something divine for just a moment. And it’s so easy to pollute that with everything else going on in my life.