Train your thoughts to reverence Him in every place, for there is no place where He is not.[i]
Whether we know it or not, each of us is being drawn on a life-long journey to God. As we are wandering along the way, we encounter what C.S. Lewis called “’Patches of Godlight’ in the woods of our experience”.[ii] We live in a sacramental world. God is everywhere present and filling all things. And we are participants, often unawares. If we pay attention, we can see the clues of his presence in everything around us. This is a beautiful world in which God dwells with us, and where God’s love is always within reach. For the Christ-follower, it is “my Father’s world”, to whom the praise of a beloved hymn points:
This is my Father’s world,
And to my listening ears
All nature sings, and round me rings
The music of the spheres.
This is my Father’s world:
I rest me in the thought
Of rocks and trees, of skies and seas–-
His hand the wonders wrought.[iii]
Tony Campolo used to say there’s a little Christ in each of us. I experience the world from that perspective as well. The God I worship loves everyone of any and all faiths – along with those who lost theirs, or claim none. This book involves a journey shared with the average person who thinks that maybe there is a God. “But I can’t see him. And he’s far removed from the daily ups and downs I struggle with”. Maybe he’s a bearded Old Man upstairs, somewhere beyond our universe. “A God who didn’t care, that lived a way out there…”[iv] Maybe he doesn’t see me either, even if he exists. On the other hand, we may be afraid that God might really show up. Maybe he is there, and purposely intends my life to be miserable.
It’s funny how God seems so absent, except when you start to look and notice him everywhere. We see his majesty as we gaze into a star-light sky. Driving through the farmlands, we are reminded of God’s watch care over the cattle on a thousand hills. The image of God is revealed in the face of a newborn. In our various wanderings and daily doings with others. He is here, with each of us, in the exciting or in the mundane – in whatever circumstances we find ourselves. “He is not far from any one of us”.[v] Through their created existence, God whispers intimately to every human being.
The cosmos is a coherent whole, a created synthesis, united and interrelated in time and space. The created order is the good work of the good God. Only the human being conjoins physical and spiritual elements. Warts and all, we most definitely live and breathe in a material, yet God-inhabited, world. For those with eyes to see, our earthly home is permeated by a spiritual realm. Spirituality is nothing like some esoteric practice of monks tucked away in some mountain cave. Spirituality is large enough to contain all of our lives, and is open for business to everyone. Everything about being alive is spiritual, because our very breath is on loan from God. It’s not about what you know; even demons know all about God. It’s about Who you know in the life you experience, especially in all its daily ordinariness. God leaves nothing out, and none of us are Nobodies to God. His image is not just something we have; it is who we are.
We live surrounded by a spiritual world embedded within our physical surroundings. The kitchen, the workplace, the school, the hockey game, the supermarket, the pub, driving down the road, the hospital, the jail – literally everywhere and at all times. To see, to hear. to touch, to taste, to smell. All these are avenues which invite intimacy with the divine. God is here, in this place, with you and me. There is good in everything. And God is over all of it. He is neither silent nor absent but present in the universe and everything in it, redeeming not only ourselves but the entirety of the cosmos. “He is not a God that hides himself, but a God who made all that he might reveal himself,” writes George MacDonald.[vi] The realities of time, space and matter reveal God in all things; there is no place that is not sacramental. Mircea Eliade put this in perspective in his seminal work, The Sacred and the Profane:
By manifesting the sacred, any object becomes something else, yet it continues to remain itself, for it continues to participate in its surrounding cosmic milieu. A sacred stone remains a stone; apparently (or, more precisely, from the profane point of view), nothing distinguishes it from all other stones. But for those to whom a stone reveals itself as sacred, its immediate reality is transmuted into a supernatural reality.[vii]
The image of God is indelible; it can never be separated from us or extinguished within us. In fact, it is the very obviousness of the divine image in us that makes our deformity of it so fearsome. It’s still there, and it’s clear what we’re supposed to be, which makes our deviance from it so grotesque. Regardless whether people of good will, or those have sinned grievously or rejected him. He specializes in rescuing those undeserving of mercy.[viii]
[i] William Law, A Serious Call to a Devout and Holy Life
[ii] C.S. Lewis, Letters to Malcomb: Chiefly on Prayer (Orlando: Harcourt, 1963) 91
[iii] Maltbie D. Babcock, “This Is My Father’s World” (1901), public domain
[iv] Ralph Carmichael, “He’s Everything to Me”, ©1964, Communiqué Music/ASCAP
[v] Acts 17:27.
[vi] George MacDonald, Unspoken Sermons, Vol. III (London: Longmans, Green and Co., 1891), 31.
[vii] Mircea Eliade, The Sacred and the Profane. (New York: Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 1959), 12.
[viii] Ephesians 2:1