Why is it we never recognize God working in our lives until we look back?

I had a talk with God today. At first I didn't recognize God because God revealed God's self in the form of one of my clients. I first met God in person about six months ago during God's previous visit to our facility, but I didn't recognize God then either. I'm not sure what I expected God to look like, but now I know. God is a 5 foot 4 inch, 285 pound, 56 year-old Tongan man with long graying hair in an Albert Einstein hairdo. I knew him then as Mr. M., a sometimes client in our facility. I visited him today because he'll be leaving our facility soon.

The conversation started like this: "Good morning Mr. M! I'm Mr. Gibbs. Do you remember me from your last visit? He smiles at me knowingly as he sits on his bed. "We need to fill out some paperwork today" I say. "Is that Okay?" Mr. M. just smiles warmly at me, but doesn't say anything. "We need to start making plans for where you're going to live after you leave us. Where's your home?" "I live in the holy land." Last time I saw him he told me he owns the Hilton Hotel in Concord and usually lives there. "Oh, really....." I say, with a bit of skepticism in my voice. "Where exactly is the holy land?" Mr. M. says that the holy land is in Concord. "When you say Concord, do you mean Concord, California, like in Contra Costa County?" Mr. M clarifies, "It used to be Concord, but I renamed it the holy land."

"So.....where do you stay when you're in the holy land?" "I stay in the Royal Hotel." I tell him that I don't remember a Royal Hotel in Concord. Actually, I don't know anything about hotels in Concord, but at this point I'm betting I won't find the Royal Hotel in the Yellow Pages. Again Mr. M. clarifies, "It used to be called Hotel 6." "Wait, I'm thinking that you renamed the Hotel 6 also, right?" "I own all the Hotel 6s, Hilton Hotels, Best Western Hotels and the Disney Hotel. I renamed them all to the Royal Hotel." "Hmmmm" I answer. I think he senses my skepticism because he continues, "I own all the hotels in the world."

Just when I think I'm beginning to understand him, he shows me that he is always one step ahead of me. "Well, when you can't stay in the Royal Hotel, where do you stay?" "Why wouldn't I be able to stay in my own hotel?" he laughs at the absurdity of my question." But sometimes I stay in King City." I ask, "Like King City down by Monterey?" "No. Of course not. King City used to be Oakland, before I renamed it."

I decide to move on to the next topic. "Your records say you were born in Tonga but you told me before that you are a U.S. citizen. Do you claim dual U.S. and Tongan citizenship?" Mr. M. laughs heartily. "I can't be a Tongan citizen because Tonga doesn't exist." I am fairly confident regarding my knowledge of world geography, so I say "I distinctly recall seeing a country called Tonga on a map of the South Pacific Ocean." Mr. M. speaks slowing, using that patient voice one reserves for people who are a little slow mentally. "I moved all the people from Tonga to the holy land, so Tonga doesn't exist any more." Solely for the sake of argument, I respond, "Well, I think that Tonga still exists, even if there are no people there anymore. I mean, there's still an island called Tonga, unless of course ... well, you didn't make the island disappear, did you?" "No. I don't do that kind of thing anymore."

"Oh, I think I'm beginning to understand. You are God." "Yes, you do understand." Not yet convinced, I ask "Why didn't you tell me this when you were here last time?" "I did tell you, but you forgot." "I think I would have remembered meeting God." "You remembered, but people forget everything as soon as they see me again. When you leave you will get papers that explain everything about me. Then you will know." Thinking I can test God, I slyly ask "Why don't you give me the papers now, so I can read them here?" God smiles and chuckles at me. "That is what my angels are for, to deliver my messages."

I think about this for a little while. "You know, this kind of makes sense to me now. It explains why everybody thinks you're ... well, they don't know you're God, so they keep you here. But since you're God, you could leave here any time you want. So why do you choose to stay here?" God just smiles at me knowingly.


Miss Merissa said…
I think for me it's: I know God has Always Worked in My Life, but will He always want to...??
I know He is there for me 24/7, but I feel I don't deserve any of it. However, I do thank Him for ALL the Blessings He has given me, especially ALL my LOVED ONES!!
BE said…
Thanks for this, Joel. I miss you and think of you often, especially as I watch Jasmyn grow: I was so blessed with your help with her when she was so little. Anyway, great blog. It's one that will stick with me and I am grateful for the reflection.
BE said…
Also, do you mind if I add your blog to my "blog-roll"? I don't like to do that without permission first.

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