There’s something about worshiping the King in a castle.
It feels royal, sacred, and definitely heavenly.

One day we’ll stand before the Lord and probably laugh about our limited view of beauty back in the day with our finite minds.  Until then, I’ll marvel about the simple joys like this little castle tucked away in the mountains and thank God for the simple yet tangible gifts that show us a glimpse of what our home will be like in eternity.  Only instead of getting Christy Nockel’s autograph (SUCH A FAN) after the service, I’ll be bringing my crown to the Lord, and instead of closing my eyes to pray, I’ll probably be sitting down to coffee with the Lord (man, I can only think in finite terms; whether it’s coffee or some verb or noun or some part of grammar I don’t yet know, it’s going to be [insert another heavenly term we cannot yet imagine]).

Oh dear Coloradans, never let the mountains blend into your landscape, the extravagant sweep of the Master’s brush become merely background, or the poems expressing glory become an afterthought.