I write, sometimes, because of things I see and hear,
and other times, I write because the sound is muffled and my vision is blurred,
but mostly, I write because (the veil is still there,
the glass is still dim,
He has not yet come)
and I want to see clearly.
“Can a man see God face to face and live?
Can I not see an eclipse better through a pinhole in a paper than without it?
We can’t so much see light as we can see things because of it. So I do not meet God in a vacuum — I meet Him in the world He has provided for me to meet Him in — in a world of events and of places, of history (time and space), in a world of lives of people and their records of their encounters.
I meet God in this world — in the world of these things…
…and this is the world as best as I can remember it.”