I saw God today, in the warmth of the sun on my face.
When I lived in Sweden the winters went on and on, and the sun never made it past the horizon during the longest part of winter. There were four-five hours of dawn/dusk light every day before the darkness settled in again.
When the sun did reappear in the sky again in late January, it was reason to celebrate.
As the days grew warmer from the sun, although we were still surrounded by feet of snow, I began to notice a strange ritual.
When I went outside and went for a walk, I would notice people with their eyes closed and their faces stretched towards the sun. Everywhere I went, this is what I saw. After a little while, I found myself repeating the same ritual. It became second nature, as natural as breathing. When I felt the warmth of the sun on my face, my face turned upwards to drink in as much of the light as possible.
I imagined, is this what it must be like for the flowers, petals pointed heavenward, longing to be filled with light and warmth?
“Let the light of your face shine upon us, O lord” Psalm 4:6
Why not take a walk today and see if you can feel the warmth of God on your face?
