I grew up loving hide and seek, especially the hiding part. When I think of my childhood in India, my favorite hidings spots still come to mind. I remember the always forgotten hiding spot behind the front door that was always open. I can feel the way I could hide behind the covers draping on the sides of our beds. I even remember the escape to spots that were out of bounds by our house rules. Even as I remember, a smile forms. I remember laughter, running for base, and the joy of starting the next round.
The game did not stop with age. I think it may have been on holiday for a time. The game returned in a big way when Carli’s and then Whitney came into my life. There were many variations to the routine. From peek-a-boo, to hiding food, and onto the traditional game itself, everyone seemed to enjoy each in its own way.
Without being particularly focused on what God or god I am embracing, I have come to realize that I have never stopped playing. I keep trying to hide. I imagine that I can beat Divinity at the god-game. I can create happiness and peace. I can extend the length of my life. I can win by running fast. My results will justify whatever methods I employ.
I hide because I think God is hiding. I am illusive because I am on my own. I am resourceful because I know that I must achieve.
Perhaps it is time to stop playing hide and seek, especially with the person that is Bill. As I listen to a wisdom father’s reminder about his God – “He doesn’t play hide-and-seek with us. He’s not remote; he’s near. We live and move in him, can’t get away from him!” (Acts 17.27) I recognize that we share the same God.
You and I are part of communities. We belong. We are never alone. Even as we wander, God will find us. In our fear, God is here. In the darkness, God sees.