God wasn’t there

You might be tempted to say, “God wasn’t there.” You may have prayed long and hard, without response. You may have felt a deep, wrenching disappointment as your young eyes searched for the God someone told you would come. But, you concluded then and really want to conclude again (because you are disappointed and a bit angry with that God), God wasn’t there.

But, what God was? And how?

I did not know my mother’s God. She kept him far away, on a shelf in her bedroom. She was not aware of the Other who was dancing all around me, the one who was content with me not knowing then what I know now.

Go back and look. See how God snuck in to talk to you, in places you did not think to look, in guises other than the ones you were taught to watch for. What uplifted you? What sent you soaring? What spoke to you on a level that made you very much alive?

Reflection

What signs, what symbols, what things did you cling to? Did each seem to give you far more than you might have expected?

Prayer

God, I see I may need to deconstruct a bit the image I once had of You in order to see You now. Help me to do this carefully. I don’t have to throw away any part; I can just set them off to the side for now. Guide my hand; guide my mind; guide my heart. Amen.