Finding holy in our noisy, disposable, blue-screen world is hard. Very few places we find ourselves in feel holy. Would we know holy if we saw it?

When we walk into a shopping mall, we don’t think holy. When we zip around a skating rink, we don’t think holy. When we go to our kid’s basketball game in a gym, we don’t think holy.

So what makes something holy? The closest many of us have felt is in a hushed, low-lit, slightly chilly church. We know not to sprint down the aisle, yell hello to a friend five rows away, or cackle about a text we just received.

God tells us clearly in this verse what makes something holy: his glorious presence. He comes and touches a place or thing and sets it apart. We can’t describe holy in human terms because holy doesn’t come from us.

Holy is where God is, and that can be right where we are.