Sanctuary. This concept restores my faith. Sitting in Paris, it hit me the hardest. Sitting in the basilica du sacre couer (of the sacred heart), the place of peace. I felt it. Years ago they would fall through the doors, clinging to what they could, crying out sanctuary. Lord save me, mostly from my sins and myself. Sanctuary. We all need a sanctuary. That sacred place to run to where you know at least God will meet me there.