People have searched for God in temples, in books, in the heavens, and in one another.

Very few have searched where He has always been.

Within.

Not the little self that introduces itself by name, profession or nationality, but the silent awareness looking through your eyes at this very moment.

When Moses asked for the name of God, the answer was not He will be. Nor was it He once was.

It was simply:

I AM.

The oldest mistake humanity has made is believing that these words belong to someone else.

They do not.

They are spoken every time consciousness awakens to itself.

God is not a distant monarch governing creation from beyond the stars. God is Being itself—the infinite imagination from which every star, every tree, every stranger and every dream continuously arises.

The wave may believe itself separate from the ocean.

The ocean never makes that mistake.

Perhaps this is why Christ spoke so often with the simplicity of a child. A child has not yet learned the great illusion of separation. He has not yet forgotten that life is one continuous miracle appearing in countless forms.

The purpose of wisdom is not to become someone else.

It is to remember who has been living your life all along.

And when that remembrance arrives, something extraordinary happens.

You no longer ask, "Where is God?"

You begin asking a far more beautiful question:

"How shall God live through me today?"