I hear much these days about the God
who is present, the God who is there.
This is always presented as an advanced
spirituality, one that has transcended
the God who rescues, the God who saves.
Basically, if my car careens off into the
snowbank, God may not send a tow truck
to rescue me but God will be right there
with me as I freeze to death right there
in my upside down Honda. Now, as with
many things, there is a flake of truth to
this, and chapter and verse to support such
chill, but I rather find this a burr under my
saddle. If the progressive stance is no more
either/ors, then it seems to me the God who is
there can also be the God who prods Stan’s
Towing to make one more sweep of the
frontage road just before dark and happen
upon me and God upside down in my Honda
and save us—me from a bit of reckless driving
and God from a muss of feckless theology.