when God was there.

i look at God not from a staghouse, with other horses. i think i look best to god resting on the plains admiring his creations. i think i speak to God best in nature, where i find myself. i think i speak to God best when do things not in his name. but in his spirit. my vietnam comm svc was done not in God's name. but i found so much favour in him there. even when i travel, i leave my footprints in his spirit, not in his name. i remember a time when i was cycling thru to find a beach before dark in Vn. time was running out but we still decided to stop by a farm with buffaloes dipping themselves in the flooded rice fields. and we walked thru the bunds where there were children playing. we went up to them and flipped thru our phrase books, trying hard to communicate a word tt they could understand. finally they did for one single word. and it brought them smiles. tt was the moment when God was there. at least tts what i thought. i picked out a singapore coin and handed it over to one of the kid. and she smiled. tt was when God was there.