God’s in the Red Chair

Apr 28, 2011 // by Rick Dancer // Blog // 2 Comments

It is still outside. Not a blade of grass or the branch of the tree moves. It’s too early for any cars to be driving along the country road in front of my home. The only sounds come from the ticking of the clocks that fill my living room or the occasional snore that pushes it’s way out of my dogs nose as it sleeps at my feet.
Sitting across from me, in the red chair is God. He says nothing He simply smiles. Next to Him on the table is a book filled with pictures of my past. In each picture I see Him standing near me. I’ve never noticed Him in the photograph before but now that I’m paying attention to Him, His image is clearly there.
I’m not sure what to say to God. I used to rattle off a list of protections and things I thought I needed as His follower. Now I simply stare unable to make God into some top-40 request line designed to make my life sound or feel better.
I want to ask Him how my story is like the story of Jeremiah, Moses or David. I want to know the connection and how what they did might in some way play a part in the point in history that I call my life? I want to know the plans He has for my son’s Jake and Jess? I look into His eyes and get this sense that my wife’s newfound love of painting is more than a hobby but a language between Kathy and God. I want to ask Him if Derrick is about to see his way through to the next level.
As I think His presence in the red chair becomes more real, more definable, and more substantial.
Knowing God is less about doing and more about being, being with Him.
Just me in my chair and God in the red chair.