There is no need to twist God’s Arm in ardent prayer seeking God’s Presence. 

Hold God’s Hand, instead.

It’s nearer than you may think. 

Right there, there’s God’s Hand. 

See it? 

It’s at the end of the arm of the woman begging at the traffic light. You and I and thousands of others drive off trying hard not to see her and when we do, many of us blame her for her addiction and say things like – in our heads of course – I am not paying for her next pack of cigarettes and I bet she has a cell phone.

Did you see God wave at the traffic light? 

God’s Hand is the hand of the unshaved man holding the begging cup and grasping his homeless sign.

You and I and thousands of others drive off remembering just how hard we work for our money and think – to ourselves of course – why can’t he work hard for his money and then you and I remembered how we pulled ourselves up by our own bootstraps and why can’t he.

Then – to ourselves of course – we blamed the government.

What are they doing about this begging problem?

When we hold the hand of the lonely, the poor, the disenfranchised, the frightened, we are holding God’s Hand.

God’s Hand is near.