While at my mother-in-law's, I was wading through several toddler-nephews just to get to my room after a shower. Two of my nephews were on the way down the stairs to the basement, obviously in a game of make-believe. I think they were playing "heaven," or "God" or something. Zach, the eldest and standing at the top of the stairway, was God (it appeared) and the youngest nephew was the human at the bottom of the stairs on earth. As I turned into my room, I heard God-Zach reassure his lowly human creation below, "Hold on.....I'm coming down to you!!!"

Somehow, somewhere, he got it.

Why do we have to be invaded with the Divine Presence when to them, it flows effortlessly? Where did we lose that?