Where Do We Meet God?

My mother has always loved winter.  I, on the other hand, seem to be appreciating winter less and less the older I get.  She’d say you can always put on more to stay warm, but there’s only so much a person can take off in hot weather. That may be true, but that’s part of my issue with winter: having to get dressed up every time I go outside.

Mom was out to visit a couple of weeks ago from her home in Abbotsford and was so pleased that a blizzard hit while she was here.  I can’t say I shared her enthusiasm but I have to confess that yesterday as I looked across to the West with the sun shining on the snowy mountains I was again made aware of the glory of God in creation.  I may not be noticing that so much when I shovel later today, but for that moment I was led to a greater sense of God’s presence.

People often say they have a heightened awareness of God in those awe inspiring moments.  It reminds me of the story of Elijah in 1Kings chapter 19 where, because of the death threats from King Ahab and Queen Jezebel, he ran away into the wilderness to hide.  He made his way to Mount Horeb where God came and spoke to him.  There God told Elijah that he would pass by in front of Elijah.

We are told that a great wind blew by, so great that rocks were hurled and smashed to pieces, but God was not in the wind.  Then an earthquake shook the entire mountain, but God was not in the earthquake.  Then a fire raged in front of Elijah, but God was not in the fire.  Finally there was just a soft, gentle whisper and at that Elijah covered his face in awe and reverence of the presence of God.

The lesson for me in this is that if I only look for God in those awe inspiring or ecstatic moments in life, whether they be on a mountain top or in a church service, I’m likely going to miss him.  At best I will have a pretty shallow relationship with him.  But when I listen for God and wait on him in the quiet, ordinary and yes, even mundane times that is where I really come to know him.  That is where Jesus truly begins to live through me.

I guess I should listen while I shovel.

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About David Berg

I live in a small town in Alberta, Canada. I pastor a small Baptist church and also work half-time on a local seed farm. It has been more than 25 years that I have been married to a most amazing and beautiful lady whose name is Wendy. Together we have three boys, and two beautiful daughter-in-laws. View all posts by David Berg

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