Glimpses of God

I’m not really sure where the idea came from, but in the last couple of weeks I have been thinking that we can be the answer to the question “what is God like?”. I am not suggesting that any one of us or all of us taken together–even in our best moments–are crystal clear images of God. But I do believe we can catch glimpses of God in many of us more often than we might think.

For example, I am something like God when I do some of the following. Feed our cat, Jinx. Pet our little dog, Trixie. Water our plants. Hold my wife Pat’s hand. Encourage our grandchildren. Promote peace instead of war. Encourage forgiveness instead of insult, hatred, and violence.

The name of my blog site is “Pathways to God”. Some of what I write connects to that theme directly. Other pieces don’t seem to touch it at all. But I think this one does.

How would our lives be different if we began consciously to look for simple or not so simple actions in the lives of the people around us that could remind us of God. When we see two people holding hands, we can think, “God is like that.” When we see someone repairing a house, we can think, “God is like that.” When we see someone carrying a little baby, we can think, “God is like that.” When we see someone protecting another from a bully, we can think, “God is like that.” And on and on and on.

I wonder if taking this perspective daily would actually change us. Would we become more positive persons? Would we begin to do these kinds of things ourselves? Would we discover that we seem closer to God than before? I’m going to try it in the days to come.

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2 thoughts on “Glimpses of God

  1. Your words remind me of something that I experienced when I was a youth. I attended a summer camp and eventually was a counselor. Every week a speaker was brought in. Of all the many speakers I heard, the one you affected me the most was a missionary on furlough who was family with the people who owned the camp.
    He and his family were missionaries in a village in South America. He was not a dynamic speaker. He wasn’t “sharp.” He carefully read his notes. But he was serious about following Jesus and I listened intently and took careful notes. About 10 years ago I got his address and wrote him to thank him for the part he played in my spiritual journey.
    Caroline

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