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This is dreadful, but I can’t remember which of my friends wrote this.  I apologize to whomever it was.  But it’s a great analogy for trying to have a relationship with God, so here it is, sans attribution:

“It occurred to me that searching for God is like playing “Hide ‘n’ seek.”  If perchance you find God, you lose because you can’t tag God.  And if you don’t find out where God is hiding, you have to keep looking.  Keeping up the looking is the game we’re destined to play while on earth.  The game only ends in Shamayim when one finally reaches the “Heavenly Throne.”  Do you have proof to the contrary?”

Of course I don’t have proof.  That’s what make this so much fun — none of us can prove anything about God, so we’re all free to go on thinking whatever we wish.

Then there’s the topic of miracles, which came up because of an article in Saturday’s paper about a 75-year-old OB-gyn who just retired after 40 years of delivering babies.  Here’s what he had to say:

“People say miracles don’t happen.  I say miracles happen every day; you’re just looking in the wrong places.  I mean, think about it.  They come from nothing… they come out, their heads open like a parachute and they have little eyeballs that work.  They’re perfect, they even have tiny pinkie toenails. Even when they pee and poop and barf and burp, it’s a miracle.  You reach down inside to pull them out and you realize you’ve touched the face of God.”  Dr. John Hoertz

Another apology tonight – I apologize for all the quoting.  Here’s the problem.  It’s a little hard for me to think straight at the end of January.  This weekend was the 12th anniversary of my cancer diagnosis.  It’s always a weird weekend.  Pretty wonderful, of course, because at the time, the surgeon said that I had less than 24 months to live; fortunately, the oncologist had a different idea.  When I told him I wanted to make it to SJ’s and Ellie’s bat mitzvahs (they were 5 and 7 at the time) he shook his head and said, “no way, I want you to dance at weddings.”

So, a toast.  L’chaim!  To life!