Touching the Finger of God

I love Michelangelo's picture of creation, God's finger touching the finger of humankind. It speaks eloquently of what our relationship should be with the Divine Being: my living with faith means realizing my own ability to touch the finger of God. In truth.

I am sure you get as tired as I do of reading about God or listening to others speak of God's love. I find I want to feel that Divine love for myself. I find that there are times when words are very empty, and I need that one-on-one God-with-me experience.

I find in my own journey that my God-with-me  problem isn't having the experience, but recognizing it. I find it easy to get caught up in the moment, and forget to reflect on its impact. I find it easy to look back and say, "Wow, God was really with me at that time," but can easily fail to see God-with-me in this present crisis or challenge. I find it easy to write about God, but harder to live out my own inspirations, my own insights, my own words. And as often as I see God-with-me in retrospect, I still keep forgetting it in the here and now.

I suspect I am not alone in this struggle. I think that for most of us, it comes down to developing a mindfulness of the moment. For when we are mindful, the experience of God-with-me is not lost in the milieu of events. We become aware that we are touching the finger of God. Here. Now. And it feels good.