As I gather with your church, within your sacred walls of flesh community.
I do not see you.
I am too busy. I have to look for you afterword. I am too busy doing, thinking, looking, sharing, caring, shaking, smiling, hugging, hand raising, singing, teaching....
And I forget that you are in it all.
The old ones, Paul and Peter and countless others, they anticipated
They looked for you, sought you, worshiped you, praised your grace, waited for you.
And you were there.
And you sent them.
And they saw, they noticed.
...So let it be with me.