Lux, part 2

I have felt God in the unexpected, in the mundane, in the darkest places. Somehow He has followed me, tracked me down and laid His heavy hand on my sky, compressing me into a magnetic field of confusion, and simultaneously expanding me into the highest heights of elation. I have felt God in the back of a dingy car, driving home from the club with raucous acquaintances, my thighs sticking to the leather seat and Chris Brown blasting from the stereo. I have felt God surging through the air of my favorite coffee shop, looking straight into the caverns of my mind from a fishbowl starry sky, holding my atoms together as I sat in a classroom, randomly interrupting my thought maps with a warm and wide-open feeling, reminding me of the everywhere-ness of the Divine. God has found me in a Catholic Mass in Spain, on the floor of a Buddhist temple in Thailand, in the blue morning light of my decaying apartment patio, never mind all the times He showed up in my own church. Somehow He manages to wrap His hands around a simple moment and bring forth in that moment vivid color and a lush warmth. Somehow He manages to remind me when I most need it that He is everywhere, with no exceptions or limitations, and I need only to look up just a little higher to see that the Light breaking through every window is His.