By now nearly everyone has heard the awful news about the fire that engulfed Notre Dame in Paris today.

In 2003, Keck and I went to Vespers at the 850-year-old cathedral. The service was beautiful. Voices echoed in the tall ceilings. Sacred smoke filled the air. We walked up ancient stairs and peeked out old windows.

My heart broke a little as I saw the fire engulf the spire and feld it.

Ancient relics are housed at this Cathedral. Including the Crown of Thorns, a piece of the of the True Cross, and one of the Holy Nails. While reports this evening say that some of these artifacts have been saved, the trio of rose windows may be part of the loss.

This fire during Holy Week seems overwhelming, poignant.

The things of earth decay, are engulfed by fire, overrun by water.

As France’s president promises to rebuild the Cathedral as part of the heart and soul of Paris, I am reminded of Jesus’ words:

Jesus replied, “Destroy this temple and in three days I will raise it up again.”

John 2:19

While these sacred treasures are beautiful and remind us of what happened during the ancient week when Christ was crucified, we have a greater hope. Friday’s coming. ❤