I've still got John Irving's Owen Meany on the brain. Considering the beatitudes, he asked of the pure in heart, "BUT WILL IT HELP THEM-- TO SEE GOD?"
It's a serious question. In the Hebrew bible, the face of God was a terrifying thing to even think about seeing. And when Job met with God, what satisfaction really came from it?
I would love for God to make everything tidy and secure, and I simply don't for a second believe that happens in this life. But I'd like to see God, anyway. That's my prayer this week-- to let platitudes and easy answers slide off of me, and instead be able to see God in chaos and strife.
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