I never saw God in Santa Claus.
I see Him in the flight of a seagull, as the bird flaps its wings and soars in the air. While watching, I feel God’s presence, as my “vision” takes on the view of a single observer, the only one in this, the center of the universe.
Center of universe? Sound crazy?
Not really. When I marvel at the Creation of a single bird, I see God’s intent in all creatures, including myself. Don’t need to analyze it, categorize it or rationalize it. Just “be” with it, this reality that I am experiencing and viewing now.
Bliss fills me as I stay with the flight of the bird climbing higher outside my breakfast window. It captures all of my attention, and I see only the Hand of God in all of it. I don’t see or hear any distraction coming from others at the restaurant where I am dining. It’s just the bird, . . . Me, . . . And God.
Why am I enthralled in this moment? Because of something I read, perhaps. Someone mentioned a story of a girl who had seen God in “everything.” She “felt” God in all. The youngster died before she was age 8. Right before her death, she said she saw her life turning “inside out.” Her image stayed with me.
Thinking of her, I wanted to find out if I could see the Almighty. I tried by simply looking out a window, and “feeling out” for His Presence from within. And you know something. I made Contact! He was not some Zeus-like figure with a white beard stretching his arm to touch the hand of man. God was (is) the “essence” of all I consciously focused on, with the prime intent of “experiencing” Him. I did not “see” anything, but “felt” His Presence.
(See Part II God’s Presence Realized at Breakfast)