The Glory of God

When my niece was in kindergarten or so, she delighted at the way the sun’s rays shone through clouds. She called it the glory of God. And one day she went to school and declared that the glory of God had appeared in her front yard. Her teacher tried to correct her, telling her that the glory of God was everywhere. And maybe that is true, but that child experienced it in her yard. She saw the shining fingers of the Holy reaching down with a blessing for her, touching her place in the world. 

Driving along the other day, I saw the glory of God -- the rays of the sun streaming down through the clouds.  It was beautiful.  It was a reminder that the glory, the presence, of God is indeed everywhere. Sometimes I am too busy or worried or preoccupied to notice.  I suppose many of us are.

The little girl is all grown up now, but I hope she still encounters the glory of God. I hope she has not lost her sense of awe and wonder. I hope she knows that the hand of God still reaches out to her.  And the Light of the World shines on us all.