Now that I'm firmly located in the second half of my life -- okay, okay, the third third of my life (and no, I'm not calling it the last third of my life; I'm not ready to go there -- yet) . . . now that I've moved along in my life, past the time when I have to make my mark on the world, produce those babies, get them raised to adulthood, achieve some success and glory as a writer, stash away some money for retirement . . . now that the gotta-do part of my life is behind me -- it seems to me (on a good day) that God's existence is right there for all to see, plain as day.
But now I think, you can't miss it. Something is going on out there. Of course it is. It's common sense. How else could things be?
The prophet Isaiah appears to share my sense of the there-ness of God. Here's how Isaiah says it:
Have ye not known? Have ye not heard?
Hath it not been told you from the beginning?
Have ye not understood from the foundations of the earth?
It is he that sitteth upon the circle of the earth,
And the inhabitants thereof are as grasshoppers;
That stretcheth out the heavens as a curtain,
And spreadeth them out as a tent to dwell in . . . .
-- Isaiah 40:21-22, King James Version
See what I mean?
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A version of this story first appeared on BarbaraFalconerNewhall.com, where Barbara riffs on life, family, books, writing, and her rocky spiritual journey.
Barbara is a veteran newspaper journalist whose stint as a religion beat reporter in the San Francisco Bay Area inspired her newly released interfaith book "Wrestling with God: Stories of Doubt and Faith."