I guess I don’t believe he resides in Church…(though maybe you can sense him when you’re touched by the beautiful color of the stained glass windows….)

I feel closer to him sitting in the car experiencing the intenseness of the weather be it gloom, a full-blown storm, a rainbow or what have you. Or to experience a time of day, whether the setting sun as evening approaches, or the crack of dawn when birds wake and trucks roll by. Or just the peacefulness and quiet during which one could sit and write such thoughts. Maybe God resides in the majesty of the Colorado mountains (or as my father once said, “in the majestic Grand Canyon”)–maybe that’s where you could find God.

How do I know you?

I guess I believe there’s a little essence of God in all of us–it’s the compassionate, forgiving side, it’s the extra push to overcome inertia, it’s the “adrenaline” when we need to go on and feel we can’t–it’s trying harder to always make it better–it has to do with eternity and infinity–wherever they occur–wherever you are in them…at whatever stage, in whatever form. It’s happening now and it goes on.

It’s got to do with awareness.

How big is he, and how far-reaching?

It’s like the clouds rolling by–don’t know where or when they quite begin or where or when they’ll ever stop–the forms are ever-changing and they’re superior to us in a sense–a little detached perhaps–in that they do what they do with no help or regard from-or to-us. Life and it’s pettiness. It’s quarrels. It’s noise.

The clouds roll on–unaffected and uninterrupted.

“God” is something bigger than “Dear Abbey.” God is not the jeannie from Aladdin’s Lamp. He doesn’t give advice and he doesn’t grant wishes.

But perhaps he is part and parcel to all that goes on whether acknowledged or unacknowledged and whether anybody’s really properly identified “him” or not.

Surely the existence of such an essence does not depend upon how many do or do not attend Church.