Where heaven and earth meet?

I like to touch. It is one of my favorite senses. More importantly, I like to hug. I learned that from my Mom. Unfortunately, I don't know if hugging is acceptable here as apart of the culture. So I don't hug, at least not those who get them from other places. I have started hugging the boys on the street. I'm not sure how many of them have ever been hugged, but they sure seem to like it. They aren't the only ones. They aren't as quick to let go as most Americans. I don't want to let go either. Is it because they have shown me so much? I don't know. Maybe it's because I miss them. Maybe it's the smile I get from them when we let go. Maybe it is something deeper. Earlier today I was listening to a sermon online. They were talking about the "thin" places where heaven and earth meet. Hugging the boys on the street is one of those "thin" places for me. I don't notice the dirt on them, the unbelievable smells that come off of them, or their past or present. I only notice the love. IT WOULD BE WRONG TO PAY ATTENTION TO THOSE THINGS. BECAUSE IT IS AT THOSE MOMENTS THAT GOD DOES THE SAME FOR ME. He allows me to hold him. He doesn't notice how dirty I am, or that I stink of sin. He doesn't care about my past. He simply wants to embrace, to love. It is such a wonderful experience to come in contact with heaven each day. I only pray those boys feel God's embrace through me too. Go hug someone! It might just bring them in contact with someone greater than you both.