In the early morning I walked out into a stiff breeze and a rising sun perfectly positioned by a lone cloud.  The cloud was just thick enough that I could stand to look at it blazing with light and it was glorious.

Any brighter, it would have hurt.  I wouldn’t have been able to see how bright it was.

There’s a lesson there.  God doesn’t reveal himself all the way, not usually.  There is a veil that shades us.  Otherwise we’d burn up.  Our eyes have to get stronger.

Ironically only the very wicked and the very righteous can take the stronger manifestations of God in the world, the righteous because they are strong enough to see it, the wicked because they have thick scales over their eyes.

For now, I cherish those glimpses of the sun with just enough cloud covering it.