Need to See God? (He’s at a band concert)
“Hey, can anyone be me tomorrow night?”
Her husband recovering from a kidney transplant and in the throes of frequent doctor visits, my friend flashed an email through space. She needed someone to attend a band concert with two of her children and to video-record the music.
“While I can’t be you, I would be happy to drive ___ and ___ to the concert and to record their band pieces,” replied another woman, warmly.
Suppers slip on to their kitchen table on busy nights. Children jump into approved cars for quick hospital visits, and an email army stands ready to help.
Need to see God? I see him in women whipping up extra suppers and in grandmas wrangling seat-belts.
Need to see God today? I see him through a brother-in-law’s generous living-donor kidney and a stitched up side. I see God’s work in early hospital releases, lowered chances of infection, and in mylar helium balloons from a women’s Bible study with the note: “You cause us to be astounded in our God! Thank you.” The balloons bob in a yellow stucco dining room, as kids study and a shaved dog wags tail.
Need to see God? He’s in kitchens, and carpools, and trips to the store for groceries.
And the joy? It flows over and down.