Sacred Moments at Pike Place Market

Last month a friend told me about the Inhabit Conference in Seattle, WA and suggested I attend. With a spirit of adventure, I said okay! I had no expectations for the weekend - which is actually a pretty good way to enter a conference like Inhabit. I want to write paragraphs and paragraphs about what I learned, but in true Sara fashion, I am still processing everything. So instead, I'll share about the sacred moment I enjoyed at Pike Place Market.

I have an amazingly reliable internal clock that wakes me up at 6:15 AM every morning. Seriously, I haven't set an alarm in years. I usually appreciate the internal clock, but traveling west means jumping time zones. And that is how I found myself wandering downtown Seattle at 5:30 AM on a random Thursday morning.

I wandered up to the sculpture park to enjoy a nice view of the water and mountains, and then I ventured down towards Pike Place Market. I was excited to see the market because my dad always loves to talk about the fish market, and the "entrepreneurial spirit" of the fish mongers. He has a couple photos in his office from his visit years ago, and I can't help but smile when I think of them hanging on the wall. So already, I was happy to be at the market, simply because it made me feel connected to my dad. He's pretty great, and I miss living a mile from him.

My experience with markets is Eastern Market in Detroit, which is bustling fairly early in the morning. Pike Place on a weekday, not so much. I was there around 7 AM, and the market was just beginning to wake up. As the market noises began to pick up, and fish were being tossed around, I noticed a sweet melody in the air. An old man sitting on an old crate with a guitar in hand was singing Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior.

Pass me not, O gentle Savior,
  Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
  Do not pass me by.  

Savior, Savior,
  Hear my humble cry;
While on others Thou art calling,
    Do not pass me by.

Let me at Thy throne of mercy
  Find a sweet relief;
Kneeling there in deep contrition,
  Help my unbelief.

Trusting only in Thy merit,
  Would I seek Thy face;
Heal my wounded, broken spirit,
  Save me by Thy grace.

Thou the spring of all my comfort,
  More than life to me;
Whom have I on earth beside Thee?
  Whom in heaven but Thee?

Instantly I was taken to a sacred place, where amidst the market commotion, I could feel the presence of the Creator. How ridiculous is that? Feeling the presence of the God, creator of all things! That God would reveal himself in the mundane, everyday moments is so crazy to me.

I love that God meets us in unexpected places - walking down Cherokee St, hanging out with a neighbor's kid, pulling weeds in the garden, or wandering around a market. He's not bound up in a church building or limited to a Sunday morning. God is in the day-to-day relationships with people and place.

God met me there at the market on Thursday, and I am so thankful He did.