The stories people carry with them often let us in on some of the truest pictures of God. Sometimes the true nature of God, albeit a mystery, can break into our world and, does so through the lives of people. I had one such experience today. I was visiting one of our beloved co-workers in the faith at the Hospital. I walked through the main entrance that faces Highway 122, made my way to the elevators and ascended to the fifth floor. As I entered the room, I noticed the sunlight that was blazing through the window and illuminating my host. Even though the light made the room feel warm, the ice and snow on the road far below reminded us both of the below zero temps.
After we greeted one another, I asked Harold all the questions that I had been dying to ask him ever since I met him that first weekend in October when I first came to the church. Harold, like myself was an ordained minister in the Reformed Church in America. At my request he began to unfold the story of his life, where he served and the people he came in contact with. He also spoke lovingly about the beauty that he found in each place.
Then he spoke about growing up in Chicago. He told me about his young life and how he had not always known God or who God was. He told me about one day he went for a walk and strolled to the local fire station. Upon arriving to the building, he walked right up to the outer wall and looked up. As he looked up he realized, as a young boy of six that he was small. He looked up past the building, toward the sky, and realized that the world was bigger yet and he was smaller yet. It was at that moment that he said to me, "God was kind enough to show me that he exists."
Let me say that again because we might have just glossed over that comment. "God was kind enough to show me that he exists."
What a comment! What a concept! The thought that an expression of God's Love could be extended to us in something as simple as a reminder of divine existence is humbling indeed. God is constantly at work in this world and it is the lives of people that this is most evident.
I don't know what exactly Harold saw, nor do I know what the sky looked like over Chicago on that particular day. However, what I do know is that I am thankful that God expressed divine kindness to Harold. I am thankful for this kindness and I am thankful that, for whatever reason, God sometimes chooses people to express the true nature of the triune God in the world.
As I left Harold's room today, and returned to the bitter cold, I couldn't help but think of psalm 8. "O LORD, our Sovereign, how majestic is your name in all the earth!...what are human beings that you are mindful of them, mortals that you care for them?"
"God was kind enough to show me he existed." How kind God is!