“Where are you, God?” Sara whispered as she entered the sanctuary. As always the sunlight turned blue by the stained glass windows moved something deep within Sara. It was beautiful here in the sanctuary of the church she had called her own since childhood. Still, God had seemed so distant for so long. She was only here now because Pastor Rick had pushed her to spend this time in prayer. In this room Sara had been baptized at age four. Here, she portrayed one of the angel hosts bringing “good news of great joy” to shepherds in the children’s Christmas pageant. Here in this room, for a short time, she had played drums with her youth group’s band. She had even walked down this aisle arm-in-arm with her dad on her wedding day.
Sara hadn’t really expected an answer to her question, so she was startled when she heard a voice call out, “I’m here!”
“Who’s there?” Sarah squinted through the dim light thinking perhaps the church custodian was working in the sanctuary this evening.
“I’m here!” the voice came again.
