At first I saw God as my observer, my judge, keeping track of the things I did wrong, so as to know whether I merited heaven or hell when I die. He was out there sort of like the President. I recognized His picture when I saw it, but I didn’t really know him.
But later on, when I recognized God, it seemed as though life was rather like a bike ride, but it was a tandem bike, and I noticed God was in the back helping me pedal. I don’t know when it was that He suggested we change places, but life has not been the same since.
It is impossible to miss God on the mount of transfiguration (Luke 9:28-36) and too easy to miss him as I go about my day. Is every bush really afire with God? Perhaps not. Maybe sometimes a bush is just a bush. But there is no bush absent from his presence. As David wrote, “if I go up to the heavens, you are there; if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.” (Ps 139:7-12)