Signs of God's presence are all around us, but sometimes we are either too daft or too contaminated by the world to see the signs. (By "we" I mean "me" just to clear that one up.) Maybe the problem is the competition between the signs of God's presence, and the signs we put up all around us to keep ourselves amused.
Signs of the world are everywhere. Like the song says, "Signs, signs, everywhere signs, blocking out the scenery, breaking my mind." I never thought about how much of our lives are directed by signs until I started working on this new summer worship series from the writings of John. It has opened my eyes to everything from the street signs that help me find my way, to billboards that tell me what to buy, to door plaques that tell me which restroom to use (and which one NOT to enter). It's no wonder that we have trouble looking for signs of God's presence. We are so busy reading the signs of the world that it becomes darn-near impossible to think critically or spiritually about the ways God undoubtedly communicates with us every day.
What would it take for us to peel away the layers of the world in order to see the evident workings of God all around us?
