"All in all, things do
not seem to work that way anymore. Most bushes do not give off the slightest
bit of heat, most ladders do not have anyone’s footprints on them but our own,
and most whirlwinds, when they speak, do not say anything but “whoosh.” You
have to ask someone else where God has gone. I don’t know, but I do know plenty
of people who are in hot pursuit.
"They try all kinds of
things in hopes of encountering God. They fast, they pray, they go on
pilgrimage, they beat drums. Some of them follow ancient spiritual traditions
and others make things up as they go along. Some go to seminary and some go to
India, but one way or another what they are all after is an experience of the
living God. They have had enough explanations – the careful process of mounting
dead butterflies on pins. They want to come face to face with the real thing,
and they know better than to pack a net."
May we continue to seek.
Blessings,
Rob.
