He is by your side right this very moment, as you read this sentence. God surrounds us we swim in God like we swim in oxygen. In him we live and move and have our being. Never will I leave you never will I forsake you. He’s always, always near:īe sure of this: I am with you always, even to the end of the age. I do say seems to, for God never really vanishes, no more than the book I was reading. Other times he seems to have gone elsewhere. So how do we explain this on-again, off-again experience most people have in their search for God? Sometimes God seems so near, but not always. It had to do with an unreliable switch it was explicable. Of course the book didn’t actually vanish. ![]() The page was gone, the book vanished I was yanked right out of the experience, startled away as if by magic. I’d be caught up in something good, enjoying myself, lost in the story when suddenly. This quirky personality trait was particularly irritating during nighttime reading. Then it would shut off, unannounced, as if a toddler had sneaked in and found the switch. Most of the time-just enough to ensure its survival-the lamp stayed on. It wouldn’t do it often enough to incite replacing. One moment the room would be lit next moment I’d be sitting in total darkness. ![]() It had this annoying habit of turning on and off without rhyme or reason. I had an old desk lamp with a wiggly switch, picked up for spare change at a garage sale.
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