Only them who look inside find it

"God just another man, far as I'm concerned, he triflin' and lowdown . . . (Celie)

"No, Celie. God not some gloomy old man like the pictures you've seen of him.
God not a man at all.
GOD IS INSIDE YOU AND EVERYONE ELSE
THAT WAS OR EVER WILL BE.
WE COME INTO THIS WORLD WITH GOD.
BUT ONLY THEM WHO LOOK INSIDE FIND IT. (Shug)"
--from "The Color Purple"

Everywhere I turn, the message remains the same. Last night, with friends and a house full of theater lovers, I heard about God’s boundless ways in song. Earlier in the day, I was reminded that the only thing getting in the way of God and me—is me. I’m learning my lessons, but the process is oh, so slow, and I keep backsliding. Even though I know intellectually that I am an expression of the Divine; even though I understand that I can choose at any moment between fear and unconditional love; even though I know that whatever way the spears are pointed, they’re really about the person who hurls them; even though I fool myself sometimes by abdicating responsibility for the wrongs I see around me—I know. Sometimes I feel that I have lost direction, but I know that I'm not lost. I just have to look inside to find it.