Busy people want the three minute explanation of a trip to Africa.
See those rays breaking through the storm?
What was it like, they want to know. Look at my face, I say.
Even if Moses told everything he saw on the mountain, recalled for us every nuance of detail, the crinkle of crow’s feet cornering God’s eyes, the twinkle of iris against the pool of His pupil, the sound of God writing on the stones, it would not even in the slightest way begin to describe being in the presence of Almighty God.
See that shaft of light? That is my trip. I hope it frightens you just a bit.
I cannot tell you what the presence of God is like, but I do know I have a larger idea of what the psalmist was saying in Psalm 62 when he said: One thing God has spoken, two things have I heard: that you, O God, are strong, and that you, O Lord, are loving.