With Jac living in California, Malcolm in Cambridge, U.K., and Bruce in Massachusetts, perhaps it seems surprising that the first public manifestation of the project would emerge in a remote Canyon deep in the Hill Country of Texas. But a closer look reveals a startling synchronicity between the project and the place.
The Lodge was built upon Howard Butt Jr.’s conviction of the high calling of the laity—the ordinary people of God—in all their common offices and occupations. And the experience of venturing here, of being here, offers a quiet and somewhat mysterious means of rediscovering a sense of the sacred that is all around us … not just here in the Frio River Canyon, but back in those ordinary places that define our day-to-day.
Wendell Berry has written, “There are no unsacred places; there are only sacred places and desecrated places.” Sacred spaces, sacred faces … maybe they’re both closer than we think. “Gaze on this painting, let it gaze on you,” Malcolm begins one of his poems … “what will you allow yourself to see?”