I shielded my eyes from the morning sun as we walked the familiar streets to church. My heart was quiet and my mind was ready to receive a word from Him. Any word. Yet, I was still grappling with the paradox of God feeling absent even when I knew He wasn’t.
“Let us become more aware of Your presence.”
The words became my prayer as we sang them together. And it happened. Not in a warm, fuzzy feeling, but in the faces around me.
- The beggar who blessed me, my health, my parents, (and possibly everyone and everything that I’ve ever known!).
- The moment of reconnecting with a lady I had met on the train.
- The little boy who ignored my words until I got down to his level and placed my hand on his shoulder.
- The church guardian who offered to drive me home from church.
It wasn’t until I was home that I realized what had happened. And I thought of Martin in Tolstoy’s “Where Love Is, There God Is Also.” Sometimes God’s presence is as quiet as the weak and powerless.