sound waveIf Jesus is with us continually, why do we not sense Him evenly? Why are there crescendos in our awareness? Why are there rests in which we sense nothing?

When we speak of “sensing God’s presence,” we are crossing multiple dimensions. Our physical senses are earth bound: we see, hear, feel, smell, taste, and touch life. Senses serve the purpose of keeping us present to reality.

However, “sensing God” does not mean that we smell Him or see Him, but that we are aware of His otherness and His nearness simultaneously. And that is beautiful beyond description. That is what, perhaps, inspired Peter to blurt out on the Mount of Transfiguration, “Master, it is good for us to be here. Let us put up three shelters…” (Luke 9:33)

Peter felt goose bumps during the Transfiguration when Jesus—who was always with him—shined with heavenly glory. I appreciate Luke’s description: “Peter and his companions were very sleepy, but when they became fully awake, they saw his glory.” (Luke 9:32)Transfiguration

Surely we too are, in many ways, sleepy to the enormous activity occurring in unseen realms. Perhaps via corporate worship or silent prayer, via painting or nature walks, via study or holding a baby…we, on occasion, become fully awake and our senses quake, mesmerized by what they discern in all their frailty.

I agree with Peter: it is good to be there in that glorified space. I am unspeakably grateful for such moments. In them, something deep within me aches for heaven.

And I am even more grateful that God’s presence is not confined to such moments. As emphasized last week, Jesus is continually with and within His followers.

I cannot overstress how essential it is to spiritual sustainability that we intentionally digest this truth: Whether asleep or fully awake, our senses neither negate nor create God’s presence.

honeysuckleA while back, a friend took me through a gorgeous garden park. Occasionally, we would turn a corner and the wind would shift and I would catch the scent of honeysuckle (which I love). I tried to follow my nose to find the bush but to no avail. Too many factors were out of my control.

Allow me to state the obvious: The bush was neither taunting me nor playing hide-and-seek with me. The bush did not vanish because (or when) my sense of smell faltered. The bush was the constant in that garden. I and my senses were not.

Such is true of God. He neither taunts us nor plays hide-and-seek with us. He does not disappear because (or when) we cease to sense Him. God’s otherness and God’s nearness are glorious constants in our spirits. Our senses are simply sincere but woefully clumsy admirers.

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