Where God Is

I was driving home from a church committee meeting yesterday evening when I noticed that the early-evening sky was sending ethereal shafts of light down onto Northeast Portland through what I tend to think of as "God-clouds."  Lowering my eyes to negotiate the intersection of Halsey and 100th, I passed a scruffy-looking guy on a bike.  My first reaction was to think, huh, better focus back on the beauty up above us.

And then I realized: pretty clouds are nice, but God is in the scruffy-looking guy on the bike.