I dwell in a very small town as far as human population is
concerned. One hundred square miles of forest, lakes, mountains, ponds and
rivers. One blinking light. No gas station. No grocery store. Not even a
convenience store. Our house is within sight of the blinking light in the
center of the village, so we are literally in the center of nowhere. Yet our
town is not entirely off the beaten path. Every four years at least one
presidential candidate finds his/her way to our corner of the first primary
state. This year it was Robert Kennedy.
The other day my wife and I decided to get out of nowhere.
It was getting busy. Usually our busyness has to do with our grandchildren,
which is a wonderful type of busyness. We love seeing them. I love that they
will have memories of walking to their grandparents’ house after school. We are
blessed. But sometimes it is nice to get off to a quiet spot by ourselves for a
while. So we went to a state park in a neighboring town to sit by a quiet lake
ringed by mountains.
It was a calm, sunny, warm autumn day. Not a ripple on the
lake. The mountains were in a haze. For over an hour we watched a pair of loons
diving for fish, occasionally flapping their wings. Exciting stuff. Exactly
what we needed. There were other people at the lake, including some kids, but
it was not noisy. I commented to my wife that the quiet was so deep that it
absorbed sounds like a sponge.
The silence was so powerful that I could feel it sinking
into me. City folk think that quiet is the absence of noise. It is not. Silence
is a tangible presence. Noises may be present, but the silence beneath the noises
is stronger. Noises do not stand a chance in the presence of silence. Silence pervades
all.
That is the way it is with the Presence of God. God’s
presence pervades everything. God is palpably present inside and outside me,
like space inside and outside a jar. The apostle Paul calls us earthen vessels.
He calls us temples of the Holy Spirit. These are accurate analogies. We are
Spirit-filled and Spirit-immersed.
The Bible likens the Spirit of God to the breath that we
breathe. The biblical words for spirit are the same words translated breath or
wind. God is the air we breathe, as the song says. God is breathing us. We are
the lungs of God. Without God there is no life in these bodies. The divine name
YHWH has its origin in the sound of breathing. In and out. God is as close as
our breath.
I hear fellow Christians talk about coming into the presence
of God. That language is popular in worship settings. People think that by
coming into a church building, or into a worship service, or entering into an
attitude of prayer that they are coming into the presence of God. Yet how can
we not always be in the presence of God? If God is omnipresent, where else
could we possibly be but in the presence of God?
The churchly way of talking about the presence of God is really
about feelings. People need to feel the presence of God. I understand that.
Feelings are nice. Spiritual experiences are edifying. But they have nothing to
do with the presence of God. God is present whether we feel God’s presence or
not. If we ever feel like God is not present, we do not need to perform religious
rituals to recapture the feeling. All we have to do is pause to notice what is
always present, and God is instantly here. God is never not here.
God is not a thing and therefore not in some special place. God is nothing (no-thing) and nowhere, which is another way of saying everything and everywhere. Language collapses into paradox when speaking of the Divine. Sometimes we may feel like God is absent, like we are in the middle of nowhere. At such times we are exactly where we ought to be. God is in the middle of nowhere. So are you. Welcome to nowhere.